Without Ceasing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pray without ceasing. a sentence in the living word an admonition for a grieving soul a struggling heart, seeking answers ...
Pray without ceasing. a sentence in the living word an admonition for a grieving soul a struggling heart, seeking answers ...
Family memories scraps and treasures preserved on shelves behind panes of glass frozen there on the wall most without note, ...
She was impure, no longer chaste or so he thought; but trying to do the honorable thing, under the law, ...
A question, an important question Framed and pregnant in my mind had to wait a little longer for its asking ...
The breath of life is the breath He sends infuses dust, flesh of all, and He alone takes that breath ...
Living orange, growing, spreading eating the limb of the living tree, framed by the field, the backdrop of other fall ...
Driving home, October noontime a hawk to my left, above the tree line, catching the thermals off the highway It ...
I can remember it so well his small one-room repair shop in the back corner of our back yard with ...
The camera caught the water froze it at a moment of time preserved as drops, bits of eternity etched right ...
a simple, elegant scene framed out the kitchen window a load of wash hung in the still August air drying ...
Foggy morning On the Vineyard In Aquinnah Wet chair, hot coffee Sip in the heat Shake the daze Camera and ...
Back out into the wet woods Walking and hiking But always looking, watching, Searching for that one moment when the ...
A bright clear blue day in January after a cold snowfall overnight off the road, only glimpsed momentarily as I ...
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace & grapple a handgun at stomach level between them. ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
We came to find the place contained in legendary tracts, the hidden land of fulsome wealth that we had sorely ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
THINK not, 'cause men flattering say You're fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as is the morning star, That ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! (So call him, for so mingling blame with praise, And smiles with anxious looks, his ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
There is a meadow in Sweden where I lie smitten, eyes stained with clouds' white ins and outs. And about ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
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