Tending the Garden (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
For God's love raised Christ from the depths of death, for the forgiveness of our sins, and we must work, ...
For God's love raised Christ from the depths of death, for the forgiveness of our sins, and we must work, ...
If I could only explain what the suddenness of the news means to me To learn, of the certainty the ...
A line of sun growing against the wall of the house warmed by the edge of the foundation a line ...
Listening to their harmonies, the blending of their voices really listening, feeling their songs pulled me back to other nights ...
The new candle tarts, ready for the winter season shared by the shopper yesterday, the fruits of her labor, presented ...
Dear God, I give you thanks for this day, for the days of my life so far and all the ...
There was a silence, before the applause this morning in church, after the fourteen voices, the lone trumpet, and pianoforte ...
Children were not privileged, they were the last, the bottom rung on the ladder of life in His day the ...
Pictures from another life, of other lives, forgotten and remembered fell from the boxes, from the envelopes from among the ...
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
A pause on the bridge, a break in my day, as night came A stop to drink in the murmur, ...
High in the trees After subterranean slumber Your song exalts Summer heat I found you By the path Underfoot Alone ...
Broad smile in my soul as parka was replaced with a polo And white on white with greens and garish ...
A mat of green, burgundy, and brown Covered the skin of the once open water Of the marsh, cut off ...
Weathered and worn But oh so proudly The old barn preened in the summer Mid-day sun He had seen her ...
Late January, in the cold clear wood Boots crunch through layers of snow and ice Breath catches in beard and ...
It was a pure moment an instant never to be found again a four year old's faith caught in my ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Take your Heaven further on -- This -- to Heaven divine Has gone -- Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, ...
I often passed the village When going home from school -- And wondered what they did there -- And why ...
As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away -- Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy -- A Quietness ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a ...
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