Our Work Ahead – as read (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lord, We thank you for this holy ground, this place we are gathered in We thank you for the vision ...
Poems about edited (39 Poems)
Make Love Come Alive – A Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lord, how easy it is to speak of love, to say, to pledge, undying, unending love claiming to understand, to ...
The Carpenter – A Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dear Lord, Before you were the Good Shepherd, you were the carpenter's son, a carpenter himself. We can learn much, ...
History of the Victors, No More (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It has been said that history isn't written by who was in the right; but by who was left, after ...
A Tale of Two Tuesdays (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was a great day, it was a lousy day to be in the academy She snarled, they barked at ...
Unity – v3 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Universal love None shall be judged Indwelling of the Creator Teach community Yearn for oneness with all March 4, 2007 ...
Guardian Angel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A warm feeling filled me on reading the words she wrote for me, written in her prison cell, sent to ...
Remembering This Sacred Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Two years ago today the day we wed on the stone bridge in the park in the snow A handful ...
Raymond (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rail against injustice Advocate for the rights of the weak in court, in the gate, and in the schools Yearn ...
Holiday Ties (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They came out of storage, off the rack around my neck, starting today, thirteen, maybe fourteen ties (or at least ...
Faithful Frankness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Over and over, she poured out her heart her pain, her plea, her wish directly, frankly to the Lord, in ...
A Valley of Pine (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Southbound this morning a valley of pine perpendicular and far down below on my right over the bridge, beside the ...
A Wailing Choir (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Three young siren's all peeling in pain, of their own making set off by a punishment an accounting for misbehavior ...
Eagerly Awaiting Him – edited 1 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in the ones Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no ...
Eagerly Awaiting Him – edited 3 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in one Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no more ...
Eagerly Awaiting Him – edited 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in ones Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no more ...
Reaping the Whirlwind – v3 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Divine retribution, for false piety setting oneself as separate, as knowing God then choosing to do evil, a person, a ...
Summer Rain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A break in the heat away from the front no thunder, no lightning, just rain, warm rain falling near dusk ...
A Sunflower Grows (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Day by day the seed grows taller and taller climbing toward the sun ants and beetles nibble, shred the leaves ...
Your Name (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The name you chose Your name Informal, friendly, official An act of will, of self Defining for yourself Who you ...
Oh Yeah, and I raised him from the dead (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A travelogue of a busy apostle forgetting to mention what would seem a significant moment a resurrection, after all doesn't ...
Drivebys – revised (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Driveby friendships in the inbetween times the gaps, spaces between classes, lunch, studying caught in line, in the hall, bookstore, ...
Crayola ‘Morn (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Smell the bold colors, Rich in my nostrils, Illuminated on the branches before me as I drive. Low sunlight piercing ...
Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The paddle and I Out in the middle of The churning lake. The wind pushed the bow Turning me around. ...
Half Staffs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
Her Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Long slender fingers clutched the bow caressed the cello Fingers like spiders walked gingerly down the neck Shuddered on the ...
Joanne (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The violin sang over the hum, the rumble the guitars by her side They held the rhythm oh, but she ...
Flowers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Three flowers bloom each day Falsely fragile Queen Anne's Lace Clump of effervescent Daisies A singular Black-eyed Susan Wildflowers all ...
Yard Salad (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
With an old newspaper for a plate and water from the hose for dressing Four junior chefs, three to ten, ...
Cropped (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Cropped and centered edited and packaged digital perfection made easy 8/21/05 15:12 (Raymond A. Foss)