The Christ Candle First (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Higher, first, the Christ candle first lit and placed on the altar burning, higher than the rest the saint, my ...
Poems about abundance (27 Poems)
All He Had (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All he had, two fish, five loaves giving all, for them a different story than the others an offering, a ...
Out of Our Abundance – Blog Action Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A day to think about, to ponder to see the world, ourselves differently thinking about the world anew with the ...
Her Offering – Blog Action Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She had but Meager humble coins She brought them to Your holy altar given for You, Lord, from out of ...
Our Family’s Table – Blog Action Day (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Our Family's Table our small part, a place set, all are welcome, no charge, Ready for the feast, the banquet ...
The Fruits of Our Labor (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We prayed together, to the creator, the source of all we have, offering "the fruit of our labor"; but the ...
Walking With Them (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Choosing to walk, the six-mile course of a beautiful, brilliant fall afternoon Very different than the daily struggle, walking they ...
Give us your tired, your poor (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The hope of America, in the words of liberty the hope of a new life, in freedom "Give us your ...
Walking Because They Do (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We gather, in groups large and small, to share a few hours, a few dollars to walk, as they must, ...
Two Stories (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Put together, as Luke intended, as the Lord lived their meaning, two stories of one day in the temple minutes ...
Gathering In (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Gathering goods food for the needy brought bit by bit, bag and box to the altar of God offerings from ...
Out of Our Abundance (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Too often, like the scribe, the wealthy, we give, not from our hearts; but from our brimming wallets, out of ...
Richard Minutolo (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
Symbol (Robert Francis Poem)
The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned. Rain and wind have picked the maple leaves and gone. The ...
Walking The Marshland (Stephen Dunn Poem)
It was no place for the faithless, so I felt a little odd walking the marshland with my daughters, Canada ...
The Indifferent (John Donne Poem)
I can love both fair and brown, Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays, Her who loves loneness ...
Holy Sonnet VII: At The Round Earth’s Imagined Corners Blow (John Donne Poems)
At the round earth's imagined corners blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, ...
Oh Sumptuous moment (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Oh Sumptuous moment Slower go That I may gloat on thee -- 'Twill never be the same to starve Now ...
Dreams of better days (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
At break of day we rested, the contest of our wills declined to wrest the peace away and where the ...
The Task: Book I, The Sofa (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
The Country Of Marriage (Wendell Berry Poem)
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
Like The Water (Wendell Berry Poem)
Like the water of a deep stream, love is always too much. We did not make it. Though we drink ...
Holy-Cross Day (Robert Browning Poem)
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
A Toccata Of Galuppi’s (Robert Browning Poems)
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
Love’s Blindness (Alfred Austin Poems)
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, ...
The City Limits (A. R. Ammons Poem)
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every nook ...