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 ...
We prayed together, to the creator, the source of all we have, offering "the fruit of our labor"; but the ...
We prayed together, to the creator, the source of all we have, offering "the fruit of our labor"; but the ...
In this sacred place, this holy ground a basket of summer fruits squashes from your garden fruits of labor, holy ...
Deliverers of the people each both under a death threat a dream and a basket into the land of Egypt ...
Raspberry picking led to its own reward scratches, barbs, rash and burn all were a part of the process persistence ...
Passing the basket casual, familial in the sanctuary among friends in the night holding it reverently waiting while the band ...
Saul was held safe by the rope attached to the basket allowing him to live, to escape to be the ...
These were the words they chanted, prayed together, the six voices joined in a round following the metronome of his ...
As He is so want to do, the lectionary was blended sharing a deeper message, in the mixing of the ...
A simple basket of spring flowers. A token of my love. A tradition begun. And enduring. Iris, tulip, forsythia, quince, ...
It was a pure moment an instant never to be found again a four year old's faith caught in my ...
A CERTAIN husband who, from jealous fear, With one eye slept while t'other watched his dear, Deprived his wife of ...
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
I'll tell you a seafaring story, Of a lad who won honour and fame Wi' Nelson at Battle 'Trafalgar, Joe ...
I'll tell you the story of Balbus, You know, him as builded a wall; I'll tell you the reason he ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
Fond woman, which wouldst have thy husband die, And yet complain'st of his great jealousy; If swol'n with poison, he ...
I was the slightest in the House -- I took the smallest Room -- At night, my little Lamp, and ...
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape ...
Comes the time when it's later and onto your table the headwaiter puts the bill, and very soon after rings ...
Once, I knew a fine song, -- It is true, believe me -- It was all of birds, And I ...
It could be the name of a prehistoric beast that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up on its hind legs ...
You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and ...
Lo, now four other act upon the stage, Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age: The first son unto ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell, Who, as it pleases best Thysel', Sends ane to heaven an' ten ...
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry ...
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