The Place Where the Babe Is (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Out in the world even now, today we follow the star the light the way of Christ To the place ...
Poems about calendar (31 Poems)
We Follow the Star (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We follow the star the light of Jesus Love pouring down raining down from heaven Welling up from within God's ...
Bearing Our Gifts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Gifts of the King sharing, offering as the Magi did for the babe in the manger our King is heaven ...
Carrying His Light (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The star, the light of Christ handed to us in our time and place Carrying the light lifting it high ...
We too are Magi (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Each of us believers needing to know the journey of the Savior where we must go We too are Magi ...
Following Our Star (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Each of us centered or so we should be focused on Christ for eternity Following our Star light in the ...
Called to Be Magi (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are the children the followers of Christ born to this journey this journey of faith Called to be Magi ...
The Star of Our Savior (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The star of our Savior still shining bright leading us on into the light Going like the Magi into the ...
Wait Until Next Year (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The calendar says a little early but the dandelions are up the crocuses past their prime soon the lilies will ...
Personal Sabbath (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not corporate worship, not time meted out personal sabbath rest, this is what we must find owning the sabbath meaningful ...
Sabbath Is (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
For each of us a different meaning Sabbath Is what we need it to be setting our daily tasks aside ...
Fifty Years (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I thought about the date, yesterday Fifty years since they said, I do eighteen since she said, goodbye. A moment ...
(a lower case) Happy Anniversary (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not one of the big ones, the golden, the silver, not even tin But one of the special days, we ...
Anticipation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Anticipation, this Advent season waiting, wondering, when will that time come watching the calendar, for the coming of the babe ...
At God’s Time (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
We plant, we water watch for growth, for change, in human time, by the calendar, the closk the change of ...
Spring (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The calendar marks the beginning the start of a new season of life a warming of the world, my part ...
Marsh Grasses (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The flats, tidal, far from shore, reeds, grasses, rushes morphing from green golden tan, brown the week before autumn officially ...
Around the Calendar We Go (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Another year is about to begin of a story that doesn't grow old of the way we met, the lives ...
Counting Down (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Counting down to two years, moments of memories of the start of our lives anew our start of our dating, ...
Old Friends (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I quietly, slowly pulled the door together going back into the warmer house on this morning in September before Fall ...
Senioritis (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Are we done Oh, yeah Words, lectures Blur, babble Stumble out of bed Clothes, clean or dirty Unshaven, unkempt Skim ...
The Old Man’s Calendar (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Uriel (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself Into calendar ...
June (Denise Duhamel Poem)
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
On Love (Bliss Carman Poem)
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
Pinup (Billy Collins Poem)
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
Invention (Billy Collins Poem)
Tonight the moon is a cracker, with a bite out of it floating in the night, and in a week ...
From A German War Primer (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED It is considered low to talk about food. The fact is: they have Already eaten. The ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...