Winter Coming (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The white of the dusting of snow lingers in the shadows, on the fallen leaves, the cooler spots in the ...
The white of the dusting of snow lingers in the shadows, on the fallen leaves, the cooler spots in the ...
The approach, the coming, the hoping for the coming of the King, into our hearts as He came into the ...
For so long, in my life, unable to discern, to appreciate the moment of shock, or anger, of desire for ...
Weekly payments, cash payments for the work performed, day by day helping them and their family, do what is right, ...
Dinner after dinner, as the weather changed we enjoyed, were warmed, comforted by staples, meals we love, count on hearty ...
She was impure, no longer chaste or so he thought; but trying to do the honorable thing, under the law, ...
Servant concubine, lowly servant, so she was offered to be, in submission willing submission to her God, when He spoke ...
Okay, it felt a lot like a lot more than a cold breeze a frigid arctic blast, more like it, ...
She said yes, yes to her God when asked to carry the Son to be mother to her savior, our ...
A glitch in the system a check at the store denied She offered me all, all she had all she ...
There was a scar of dark black brown open water, cut through the thin skin of ice the pond lit ...
Like a bloom of tongues, tasting the fall air, a shepherd's hook of a milkweed plant heavy pod drawn to ...
An extra precious moment of peace stopping the back and forth of my day crouch down before her, as she ...
Words of history, of power his words reminding us of the work to be done, needs yet unmet, vision and ...
We are going to ask the congregation to give to give a little more for the missions we hold dear, ...
Crying out for the repentance of sin for the way of the Lord, soon to come to fulfill the prophecies, ...
She was struck silent, motionless as we entered the grocery store. For a fleeting moment, she was mesmerized, frozen where ...
A filled closed womb the proof for the virgin of the hand of God, the child by the Spirit, now ...
A white paper plate, a hole roughly cut out of the middle, with a few haphazardly placed pom poms, in ...
A quilted sky hung over the moon hiding the full face of it, lit by its glow obscured and translucent ...
Driving in New England on these fall days with brown oak leaves on the ground of the forests, I keep ...
We started a new tradition tonight, after the service, on our table, the table where we sit as a family ...
We are waiting, expectantly for the coming of the angels, His parents, the shepherds, the animals, the Star, the Babe, ...
A people waiting, hoping, believing in their covenant with God with the many blessings given by God by the hope ...
They came out of storage, off the rack around my neck, starting today, thirteen, maybe fourteen ties (or at least ...
Deep pools of not so still waters Dark water, ready for freezing Kept from doing so by stiff winds Harbingers ...
Fifteen year and more After he is gone, A regular reminder of my father Goes around my waist, through the ...
Over and over he must have washed his hands trying to remove the stain, the tattoo of innocent blood blood ...
I told our story again, yesterday driving down the highway, with strangers sharing our story, of love, of courtship of ...
It was a moment of fate a convergence of events that gave me an opportunity chance to capture spark in ...
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