The Beautiful Chaos (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are our own creators the work of our lives growing our own gardens if only in our minds All ...
We are our own creators the work of our lives growing our own gardens if only in our minds All ...
I can remember her voice talking on the phone watching me, starting to place a ring of stones around the ...
Mowing the path preparing the way making the road smooth righting the stones setting the boundaries making the gate ready ...
Turning the soil out in the garden out beyond the yard The shape of a stone a perfect valentine as ...
Under the snow the prayers in the ground the words, the hopes, the petitions laid down Covered, by the snow ...
Looking out my office window cold clear December morning snow, ice, still covering some of the lawn across the yard, ...
Seeing the sunlight, moving into the labyrinth rising through the paces leading to the cross a vision of the yard ...
Where to look, where to find more stones for the rows the walk waiting in the yard unfinished lines, longing ...
Stones by the wayside from near and far placed together all in a row The dream taking shape sometimes fast ...
A moment abundant in blessing sun shining radiantly on the birch cross, a gift planted within her labyrinth A rich ...
Looking down, my dirty hands, dust of the stones gathered and placed labyrinth stones dividing the rows the grime of ...
Centered on the cross The labyrinth changed a birch cross, placed within the rows drawing us in, a touchstone, a ...
off center, leading upward in quietude, into prayer time for contemplation focused on the cross walking in prayer courses of ...
Around the edges, the outside of the paths barriers to the world this place set apart walling out the troubles ...
Beyond the fields at the edge of the woods stones scattered cast into the brush. Gathering the stones together creating ...
Walking the path the rows of the labyrinth laying down prayers making this ground holy in each step she took ...
Between the stones the rows of the labyrinth prayers offered to God our creator, our savior, our king captured within ...
Placing stones end upon end each one touching another in measured rows row upon row the labyrinth coming to life ...
The ground yielding its stones buried under the soil the rich loam, the grassy lawns the forests, the brush hidden ...
The wisdom goes, a time to scatter stones, a time to gather stones together This time, a time to place ...
Laying down prayers step by silent step consecrating the ground the path, the labyrinth becoming holy, a place set apart ...
Only for prayers hallowing this space this place set apart the stones a reminder this is holy ground Not a ...
Gathering stones from the yard, from the garden from the earth, the congregation, the land bringing them together different kinds, ...
The work, the lawn carved up into a series of squares crisp edges, overlapping rows breaking all up a section ...
A fence of wattles Placed just so in the mud shaped in labyrinth out in the current by the landing, ...
A prayer hidden and silent Stones submerged by winter's blanket Covered and cold beneath the grip of frost If they ...
A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart, So great a charm was prompted to impart; To one in love, ...
New York: You take a train that rips through versts. It feels as if the trains were running over your ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
With lingering love she gazed at the dispersed Colors of dusk. It pleased her utterly To lose herself in the ...
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