The Carpenter – A Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dear Lord, Before you were the Good Shepherd, you were the carpenter's son, a carpenter himself. We can learn much, ...
Dear Lord, Before you were the Good Shepherd, you were the carpenter's son, a carpenter himself. We can learn much, ...
Before he was the Good Shepherd, he was the carpenter's son, a carpenter himself. We can learn much, from the ...
Freshly tilled soil, rot on the forest floor chocolate bubbling on the stove Gardenias, violets, garlic breath Sulphur of the ...
New sunlight first rays in the morning cutting over the tree line down through the woods into the yard Catching ...
We are going to ask the congregation to give to give a little more for the missions we hold dear, ...
If only they understood, really understood that he wasn't a threat; no, he wasn't an earthly king though he was ...
Is it the soup, or its making that soothes, bleeds stress, changes the mind, cutting through the cares of the ...
The paddle and I Out in the middle of The churning lake. The wind pushed the bow Turning me around. ...
Living inside himself Able to be at peace In cramped quarters Defined a part Only in the Service for a ...
A motorized voyeur Driving down the road By the farm At the cusp of autumn A figure toiling in the ...
After the cutting before the baling a working field waits for the late harvest Narrow rows of green, turning to ...
A cord of ten brown pelicans snaked through the hot air cutting the shimmering heat almost kissing the skin of ...
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, ...
I WALKED down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting trees To see for myself ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke. For view there are the houses opposite Cutting the sky with one ...
The barber has accidentally taken off an ear. It lies like something newborn on the floor in a nest of ...
When Sam Small joined the regiment, 'E were no' but a raw recruit, And they marched 'im away one wint'ry ...
On young Albert Ramsbottom's birthday His parents asked what he'd like most; He said to see t' Tower of London ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover ...
From the geyser ventilators Autumn winds are blowing down On a thousand business women Having baths in Camden Town Waste ...
The old man cutting barley-- bent like a sickle. (Yosa Buson)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice, And the rich summer's welcome loss I hear In the sickle's serpentine hiss Cutting ...
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
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