Needing the Christ (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are humbly standing on the earth, with feet of clay separated from God by the sin of the garden ...
Poems about section (31 Poems)
Relying on Your Grace (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Relying on your grace oh Lord, I pray to thee needing your love, your strength to turn from sin to ...
A Series of Squares (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The work, the lawn carved up into a series of squares crisp edges, overlapping rows breaking all up a section ...
Laying Down Our Lives (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Prophetic words, made real not theoretical, as he is our example laying down our lives for our friends putting our ...
Totally Wrong (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Would Jesus torture, would he allow his disciples to torture would people acting as his friends, as children of God, ...
Our Joy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The prayer of Christ offered for the disciples all of us, for all generations praying that our joy, like his ...
His Joy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words he shared, that we may share in his joy But what is his joy, for us to share ...
A New Relationship (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not servants, friends instead brought into understanding sharing with our brother the creator's plan no longer master and slave walking ...
Who is Your Master (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
unbound, no longer servants freed from our slavery transformed by his words his words of love made free, to be ...
Friends (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
not servants, no longer slaves our prayer, before the sermon changing the words, from "speak Lord, your servants are listening" ...
Who is Jesus? (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A child's question, shared by the pastor shared with the children, offered to the congregation all of us involved, active ...
Woven Together (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
That one vine, each of us branches, woven together bound in love, connected with one another a part of the ...
Hi Friend (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A little audience participation, the congregation greeting each other "Hi friend", warm smiles erupting spreading from face to face a ...
Words in quotes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What makes these words so distinct, so special, so unique, that they must be in quotes, that each, in their ...
Understanding a moment (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I feel humbled, by the power of the moment the days we are in the midst of, something electric, life ...
Invoking a Dream (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A fulfillment of prophesy, invoking a dream a vision of our world, as God might have it be a world, ...
Words chosen for a nation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Somehow, the wisdom of the founders, right these words he will join, as all who have gone before right to ...
Words that Bind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In this moment in time with struggle and strife, war and oppression challenging threatening our world Words that bind, that ...
In threes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He repeated himself, in section after section always, always, always all of our days, all of our days, all of ...
Frost Friendly (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh for a bill to steel the heart of the poet, or his neighbor at least A law to protect ...
Parsing the Parable (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
"And who is our neighbor?", a lawyer asked so long ago, testing the Teacher, to know the meaning of the ...
Half Staffs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
Dunes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An old weathered section of snow fencing half buried in the lee of the dune gray skin gnarled by wind ...
An Angel, a Deacon, and a Eunuch (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What was it that the daily reflection asked? Oh yeah, it was, "If you were set down beside the carriage ...
The Ancient World (Mark Doty Poem)
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
Tomes (Billy Collins Poem)
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
Another Reason Why I Don’t Keep A Gun In The House (Billy Collins Poems)
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking. He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark that he barks every time ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...