On the Fourth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
On the Fourth and all year long we must never forget the words on that parchment so long ago Our ...
On the Fourth and all year long we must never forget the words on that parchment so long ago Our ...
I paused today to read, once again, those words of mettle, of resolve, of hope, of our faith Those words, ...
As was remembered, four score and seven years later our nation, a new nation was brought forward; but not by ...
The cooling fading sunset Ribbons of pink, wisps, swirls, pulled threads of taffy darkening color like watermelon taffy changing to ...
In the moments of pastoral change there are those leaving and those staying Both are changed in the times shared ...
In fellowship, in communion the community gathered, in celebration He was in our midst, moving among us radiating from our ...
The day was sealed with a kiss in the sanctuary, as if the pastor could have stopped us. "You may ...
The king in celebration, on a donkey entered the holy city, of his ancestor David with palms and cloaks across ...
We, in this land of plenty, the hope of the world, in the words, the meaning, in our celebration about ...
The war got a little closer to home as the concerns were lifted before the congregation in the stilled sanctuary ...
a living frond folded, bend, broken after the parade of celebration marking the stand and end of the Holy Week ...
His name is John. He will be the prophet we have been waiting for the leader to tell the good ...
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
When the evening darkens and the day cools and the stars flicker to light I sat on the blanket with ...
How trifling shall these gifts appear Among the splendid many That loving friends now send to cheer Harvey and Ellen ...
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
I pray to the sunbeam from the window - It is pale, thin, straight. Since morning I have been silent, ...
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