Calling Him Master (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Before their calling after his preaching carrying him out onto the water to teach the people on the shore Calling ...
Before their calling after his preaching carrying him out onto the water to teach the people on the shore Calling ...
Like the poor fisherman eking out a living by the sea the ones who would follow the Christ Angels announcing ...
Walking on the waters before the spirit fell upon him believing, naming the Christ the fisherman and the carpenter changing ...
A fisherman, a carpenter on these we built a church ordinary men, like all the rest called to serve the ...
My body shivered, trembled before the words an ache, a doubt, wondering how I would have responded if you had ...
He spoke of Jesus, his humble life, of the fisherman Peter, of Paul, falling off his horse But he read ...
An itinerant teacher, a fisherman, a shepherd, tent maker a man wearing camel hair standing in a dirty river a ...
We forget, in our reverence the roles of the apostles, the saints We forget Jesus the carpenter, Peter the fisherman, ...
With the hands of a servant calloused, worn, working hands the hands of a carpenter, a fisherman leading us, healing ...
Like Manna in the desert all the people, the tribes of Israel Fed with the bread blessed by heaven Coming ...
He called it holy failure, the moments of the disciples failing to catch fish, believing in the word of Jesus ...
Wow, thanks Dad, no pressure here oh no, I can choose my own way, decide what I want to do ...
Negotiating, drafting a compromise, agreement meeting of the minds hand-written and informal tweaking the formal the proposed, the typed the ...
a single clear line of thread strung by a fisherman between flower and shrub a road for her a line ...
The loon and I Alone on the lake Below the threatening sky. He watches me warily. His red eye afire. ...
Two fish Under the spell Of the fisherman. One in the bucket One on the line, Hook deep into flesh. ...
Not a Gorton's Fisherman, no he doesn't have the hands, the weathered brow, the smell of fish, or the sound ...
Fisherman Jim lived on the hill With his bonnie wife an' his little boys; 'T wuz "Blow, ye winds, as ...
The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn Under the hand of the village barber, And her in the angle ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
What Soft -- Cherubic Creatures -- These Gentlewomen are -- One would as soon assault a Plush -- Or violate ...
That after Horror -- that 'twas us -- That passed the mouldering Pier -- Just as the Granite Crumb let ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
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