Footprints of the Eternal (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Miracles revealed the steps of God footprints of the eternal touching the lives of man Love interacting transforming the creation ...
Miracles revealed the steps of God footprints of the eternal touching the lives of man Love interacting transforming the creation ...
We, humankind footprints on the earth global consequences to our choices whether divinely made of cosmic dust coalesced into our ...
In Christ, a new, a living way, his light guiding us the priest offering once and for all time cleansing ...
The wind, waves, in the frozen surface dark and light, sculptured, textured like footprints in the snow a herd of ...
In the moments of pastoral change there are those leaving and those staying Both are changed in the times shared ...
A foundation of stone a house built on rock grounded in faith in our Lord walking with God not within ...
As the people carried the tabernacle we carry the Lord with us as we leave footprints in the sands of ...
A stampede, a herd, a huge wave went before us, a herd of footprints in the new-fallen, wet, thick snow ...
A monochrome whitewash over the world, the browns and the greens hidden under the white The grasses and the edges ...
Fresh tracks in the new-fallen snow the dusting on the forest floor exposing the many creatures who scurry and walk ...
Walking into the house of the skilled potter, the maker of vessels for the stuff of life for water and ...
Footprints in the frozen mud crowns of the craters perching between the peaks grabbing the tops of the hollow cups ...
Frost talked Of two paths In the wood Diverging Which to take One's true path, Less traveled by You and ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
Ephemeral denizen of the dawn Emblazoned on the waking An aerosol archaeopteryx Captured for a twinkling On the heavens Feathers ...
A prayer hidden and silent Stones submerged by winter's blanket Covered and cold beneath the grip of frost If they ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
All day long they come and go-- Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the ...
Dipping our bread in oil tins we talked of morning peeling open our rooms to a moment of almonds, olives ...
He reads my latest attempt at a poem and is silent for a long time, until it feels like that ...
I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens fill the sidewalk ...
As I went down the hill along the wall There was a gate I had leaned at for the view ...
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw-- For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law. He's ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman As does the Great River on to the sea and back to the matted hair of Lord ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
Below are eleven Buson haiku beginning with the phrase 'The short night--' The short night-- on the hairy caterpillar beads ...
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