A light above the cross (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A cross of annuals, lovingly cared for, planted, watered, weeded on the lawn of the church, welcoming all A light ...
A cross of annuals, lovingly cared for, planted, watered, weeded on the lawn of the church, welcoming all A light ...
Seasons of life, of the church of nature, metaphor and allegory parable and tale, woven with wisdom with truth, for ...
Lord, how easy it is to speak of love, to say, to pledge, undying, unending love claiming to understand, to ...
How easy it is Lord to speak of love, to say, to pledge, undying, unending love claiming to understand, to ...
That sweet subtle wonderful smell of spring, of renewal, of beauty, in the tiny flowers, the bunches bundles of pristine ...
Eisenstaedt and Goebbels stark colors, black and white evil captured still life on the page, staring back at all of ...
A small sacred, holy space cloistered in the edge of the woods a place for reflection, meditation for fellowship and ...
She was beautiful elegant, sly, alluring In her rich color long supple body full flowering envy of others less able ...
Frozen in her icy grasp captured in the frigid stillness coated by layer on layer a blanket of white, of ...
Wheat among the Weeds Diaspora out in the world From the tabernacle to synagogues from the sanctuary to the end ...
Evening falls on palace walls shaded by flowering trees, with cry of birds flying past on their way to roost. ...
Spires of the fireweed on the fretted sky - Tints of magenta on tranquility, Do you feel nurture for the ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
The power of the Lake lingers still so many years beyond its fascination ending; it was there in the beginning, ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
A monk sips morning tea, it's quiet, the chrysanthemum's flowering. (Matsuo Basho)
YE banks and braes o' bonie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye ...
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines On the rippling waves, that brightly flow Beneath the flowering ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
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