An Affirmation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Joy welled up, filled our cups to overflowing a day long sought after, Being affirmed by our family of faith ...
Joy welled up, filled our cups to overflowing a day long sought after, Being affirmed by our family of faith ...
Images woven with words recalling memories evoked by the story, the stories of faith, the stories of scripture, of life ...
To lead our nation, they were called, chosen by the people, to govern, to guide our land, in their time ...
The pastor, in the makeshift pulpit at the lectern, far from the vaulted ceilings, far from the stain glassed sanctuary ...
Amid the name of triumph Of love, of caring, the names of the king Were other names, troubling, incongruous, jarring ...
Her grandmother commented on her drawing, her sketchpad in her lap sitting on the porch step I commented that she ...
Christianity is a team sport, so the pastor said that morning from the pulpit. Sometimes it can feel lonely, different ...
With tears pouring down my face, washing down into my mouth wide open singing, praying, believing in the power of ...
Wisdom poured down, palpable wisdom like a living stream pouring forth from behind the pulpit out onto the hushed sanctuary ...
More than the words written and treasured the words of the reformed apostle, shared with Jew and gentile, were the ...
He spoke from the pulpit of a life of service; but really as a witness to faith what it means ...
A name, oh what a name his name to carry, into the world into the sanctuary, to the pulpit Is ...
Pitch the Tent on the lawn set up the chairs, the signs, the pulpit flagmen at the roadside, cars parked ...
Dear God, I give you thanks for this day, for the days of my life so far and all the ...
They heard His call through her Knowing she was asked, by the Creator to follow this path, at this time ...
Cancer Free what a wonderful way to lift fears, raise a voice of prayer of thanks for healing, answer to ...
Metaphors, images, concepts, pictures thoughts welled up spilled over washed over me from her words his words From the pulpit, ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
A Citizen of mighty Pelf, But much a Blockhead, in himself Disdain'd a Man of shining Parts, Master of Sciences ...
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
Musicians wrestle everywhere -- All day -- among the crowded air I hear the silver strife -- And -- walking ...
This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond -- Invisible, as Music -- But positive, as Sound -- It ...
I love the church: its labara, its silver vessels, its candleholders, the lights, the ikons, the pulpit. Whenever I go ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
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