Imparting Guiding Confidence (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the telling of the story that first day of Pentecost the disciples huddled, still scared believing but somewhat lost ...
Poems about teacher (31 Poems)
Fired by the Flames (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Fired by the flames the timid disciples changed empowered, emboldened to go in Jesus' name Able to go to the ...
Fired by the Potter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Fired by the potter the clay of our lives Filled with his holy flame the Spirit burning within Only then, ...
My Clay Changed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the coming of the Spirit the flames as on Pentecost the stuff of me different my clay changed, to ...
The Kiln of Those Flames (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the kiln of those flames each of us changed the fire of Pentecost burning living inside of us As ...
The Potter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Imagining the hands of the potter what delicate mastery his artistry to reveal the eyes of the potter if we ...
The Hands of God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What the hands of God be to craft the wings of butterflies, the gossamer of clouds the clay of human ...
Coaxed from the Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
our beings, not just our forms coaxed from the clay, by the hands of the potter the breath of God ...
Working the Imperfections (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lovingly, working the imperfections the bubbles, the things that don't belong refining, moldings, changing starting anew, the potter at the ...
The Potter and the Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
From the dust, the earth living waters, a wet lump of clay spinning on the potter's wheel a shapeless form, ...
He Will Restore (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The work of the potter never fully done going in to be reformed restored, over the days of our lives ...
Messy Work (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The hands of the potter drenched with our clay the dust of the earth coming to life in his hands ...
The urgings of the potter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
molded, transformed our form taking shape the push, the tug, the calling out the urgings of the potter his will, ...
Remaining new clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the molding, the shaping the creation of our lives the potter still there the firings, the heat, the flames ...
Going back on the potter’s wheel (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Understanding the father, perhaps in a different way the creator, our savior gathering us in his arms open wide taking ...
Loving the Work (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
With joy, a song in his heart the potter shaping the clay inert stuff of the earth molded in his ...
Our Gathered Shards (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The brokenness, the piece of our cracked shattered vessels, the clay dropped by our own hands The potter, still, when ...
Even after we have been fired (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
our clay, ever open ever wet, able to be changed transformed by the creator the potter, our master even after ...
Their Minds Opened (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like Cleopas and the other after the long apprenticeship the years of his ministry at the Master's feet Their minds ...
What they didn’t know (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Are we advantaged by knowing what they did not know? Those eleven disciples in despair that Saturday morn' Their master, ...
Everyday People (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They were everyday people, Peter and John with fears, doubts, timid men, fishermen Taken from the sea by the Lord ...
Blue Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Laughter, bright holy laughter preceded the blur of blue, running down the church's hallway hands held high, blue past the ...
In the Fall (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh she can't wait, sitting so good, so quietly but oh so expectantly in the hallway, waiting for her turn ...
Sustainer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Support in times of trial Unquenchable fire Selfless sacrifice for us Teacher of the sheep Anointed one Indwelling dove Never ...
Fermented (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The French had nothing on us. okay, other than skill, tradition, and hygiene We all were vintners for a moment ...
Done (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Paper done For what it's worth And all it is Printed, proofed Submitted Sent out For better or worse Teacher's ...
Mrs. Oleksak (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My teacher A force in my life Keeping me with the pack Putting herself out To give me a chance ...
Marthy’s younkit (Eugene Field Poems)
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
King Candaules And The Doctor Of Laws (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
To William Wordsworth (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...