In the Small Church (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A small church long past its birth stained windows, stained ceilings, dark stain on the pews dark runners on the ...
A small church long past its birth stained windows, stained ceilings, dark stain on the pews dark runners on the ...
We, in this land of plenty, the hope of the world, in the words, the meaning, in our celebration about ...
Her sermon, speaking on justification by the law, by grace spoke of our dual citizenship, our dual nature, dual heirs ...
new shoots, yearning to grow to gather in March sun, warmth after winter's slumber rising from the good soil the ...
Forgive them, for they know not what they do Words of the Savior Whose birth we remember just days ago; ...
Saul was held safe by the rope attached to the basket allowing him to live, to escape to be the ...
Our house, our home blessed with more than one a glass crèche, a solemn crèche, a crèche of clay waiting ...
A filled closed womb the proof for the virgin of the hand of God, the child by the Spirit, now ...
We are waiting, expectantly for the coming of the angels, His parents, the shepherds, the animals, the Star, the Babe, ...
Blood shed in fulfillment, willingly spilled for us spread blood of the lamb Blood on the lintels, the threshold, the ...
Small voices, raised to the rafters singing their hearts out in the familiar story the tale of the babe and ...
A desk became a portal a keyhole to the past hiding a secret uncovering another a family fact unknown to ...
A hush fell over the congregation lights dimmed, cloaking us all A glow grew, pew by pew Candles clutched be ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
THE Lombard princes oft pervade my mind; The present tale Boccace relates you'll find; Agiluf was the noble monarch's name; ...
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper's on the table, and we'll see If I can ...
A women had given birth to an old man. He cried to have again been caught in the pattern. Oh ...
Richard the First, Coeur-de-Lion, Is a name that we speak of with pride, Though he only lived six months in ...
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
Her eyes are Palestinian Her name is Palestinian Her dress and sorrow Palestinian Her kerchief, her feet and body Palestinian ...
Jesus, Thou divine Companion, By Thy lowly human birth Thou hast come to join the workers, Burden bearers of the ...
A forge burns in my heart. I am redder than dawn, Deeper than seaweed, More distant than gulls, More hollow ...
Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
past parentage or gender beyond sung vocables the slipped-between the so infinitesimal fault line a limitless interiority beyond the woven ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
Sinuously winding through the room On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, -- Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume The ...
(An Oath wrtitten during the Dawn Meditation) Aiwaz! Confirm my troth with thee ! my will inspire With secret sperm ...
(An Oath wrtitten during the Dawn Meditation) Aiwaz! Confirm my troth with thee ! my will inspire With secret sperm ...
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