Holy Guacamole (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe the best way to describe the inauguration the scene of that sea of people, our nation's Mall covered with ...
Maybe the best way to describe the inauguration the scene of that sea of people, our nation's Mall covered with ...
Shining together around the still-dark candle Hope, Peace, Love, and Joy not yet fulfilled, revealed the Christ candle still unlit ...
Seeing the Light, minding the light itself the flickering flame, the light growing, coming the light, the word, coming returning, ...
Expectantly waiting, for Christmas for the Christ child, the songs, the hymns, the pageant, the story, shepherds, angels, wise men ...
Waiting expectantly, for the Christ child the babe of Bethlehem, grown and risen his first life on earth complete Risen ...
Anticipation, this Advent season waiting, wondering, when will that time come watching the calendar, for the coming of the babe ...
Walking, reading, pondering, waiting a journey of waiting, expectant, hopeful of his miraculous birth, the story of his life for ...
Angels sang of your coming None can stand before you my king Teach me to wait expectantly for your second ...
The chosen pair, to be the parents alone, in his ancestral home journeying to Bethlehem coming to this place, to ...
Shining down on them expectantly waiting, the coming the birth of their child, a son foretold, by prophets, by angels ...
We don't always want to remember this part of our creed, the part with the judging, for while all are ...
For a few moments on the side of the house the main thing I was doing wasn't painting, not even ...
(Thursday) A stark simple meal washing our feet stripping the church carrying out the Christ on the cross (Friday) Another ...
Oh she can't wait, sitting so good, so quietly but oh so expectantly in the hallway, waiting for her turn ...
We are waiting, expectantly for the coming of the angels, His parents, the shepherds, the animals, the Star, the Babe, ...
Was that a knock I heard on my door? Am I imagining it; was it there? Moving from kitchen to ...
They were Four, Five, Six and Ten, or if you prefer, they were Green, Yellow, Blue, and Red, their mouths ...
Expectantly, asking where she was She was eight, at that point, in that year my long-dead ancestor alive again in ...
To every man His treehouse, A green splice in the humping years, Spartan with narrow cot And prickly door. To ...
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