Adopted – haiku (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Adopted by God brought into the family redeemed and made whole September 5, 2008 written at the Agape Café coffeehouse ...
Adopted by God brought into the family redeemed and made whole September 5, 2008 written at the Agape Café coffeehouse ...
All are ministers called, to serve our Master be his hands, feet here September 5, 2008 written at the Agape ...
Shimmering garments whiter than humans hands make washed holy, pure September 5, 2008 written at the Agape Café coffeehouse Wesley ...
His bow coaxed, mournfully sad notes of the people hope couched, shadowed sorrow of the chosen, history of the nation ...
Walking by the sea throwing smooth washed pebbles as far as I can. So I feel, adding my words the ...
Published on the internet ephemeral, lasting are my words fleeting moments in the web typing on gossamer strands, threads lines ...
Yesterday, today, each time I walked by a tiny bit of down, a feather nestled in the gutter, in the ...
More than another straw added one by one to the camel's back The word, the diagnosis, Cancer, more, much more ...
Weathered gray, sparse even the living limbs skeletal pines, evergreens stripped of excess no pretense, essentials only exposed at the ...
Omelet of egg, on the plate on the fork, into his mouth, not that last time and it tasted so ...
For our nation, they bled, they died, stood strong against our common enemies Journeying to far off lands, warring seas, ...
To love our nation doesn't mean denying our faults, pushing them under the rug, our heads in the sand To ...
To lead our nation, they were called, chosen by the people, to govern, to guide our land, in their time ...
For the love of country they fought and died for the beliefs we hold dear the words written in ink, ...
The men who have led the nation through the years and struggles, the hope and promise within the dream that ...
To love our county, right or wrong, isn't to put our heads in the sand; but to stand by our ...
Smiles in the greetings, the easy feel a family gathers, another night of the Agape Café. Song and words Stories, ...
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
Oh how to tell the tale to spin the yarn, to pull you in Bring you along, down memory road ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's ...
One grand boulevard with trees with one grand cafe in sun with strong black coffee in very small cups. One ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
In a cafe, once more I heard Your voice - those sparse and frugal notes. Do they not say that ...
At the back of the noisy café bent over a table sits an old man; a newspaper in front of ...
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
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