In the Mirror of Our Neighbors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What a lesson we might learn if we could see ourselves how we walk in this world in the mirror ...
What a lesson we might learn if we could see ourselves how we walk in this world in the mirror ...
The commandment of Christ a new commandment yet at the heart of the ten the commandments of old ever new ...
The now common expression, "What would Jesus do?" abbreviated further to merely WWJD? Not in his actions though that was ...
When we make judgments when we grumble about his grace when we do not offer love when we cast the ...
Part of the problem the blinders the cataracts the things getting in the way keeping us from seeing clearly All ...
The illusion of something unique that we somehow are worthy that more than grace is at play in bringing us ...
Like masks of clay only the differences between us false grounds to claim another unworthy when we all carry our ...
All of us having someone who brought us to know more fully coming to know love in the way they ...
In what we say and do living out his commands to love one another as he loved all of us ...
I know part of his story the part where he was angry at God daring to take someone from him ...
The loving memory the teacher in this message the letter sending out an affirmation of his faith Grounded in the ...
The loving memory the teacher in this message the letter sending out an affirmation of his faith Grounded in the ...
In our walk in the world a legacy of our past each generation following the last Eyes like our mother ...
A pale, lovely, opening trumpet a morning glory, in the pot living with the tomatoes, the marigolds the living garden ...
The joy, in the letter, is the living faith, deep within him, the faith of his mother, his grandmother, carried ...
We were filling in the blanks, replacing Lois, replacing Eunice, the names of his mother, his grandmother, those faithful, from ...
We stopped to see her work, the stuff of kindergarten And there you were, reflected in the drawings, the colors ...
Her grandmother commented on her drawing, her sketchpad in her lap sitting on the porch step I commented that she ...
She needed to be protected, provided for, to provide for Naomi, to be the best example of the converted; how ...
Charged electricity In the room Caffeine in the coffee and my pacing feet. My name first on the list Bold ...
A new bloom frilly and pink between the rich and green grafted and grown by your hands warmed in the ...
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse - Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his ...
On Jubilee Day the Ramsbottoms Invited relations to tea, Including young Albert's grandmother- An awkward old . . party, was ...
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
How far is it to peace, the piper sighed, The solitary, sweating as he paused. Asphalt the noon; the ravens, ...
Praise the good-tempered summer and the red cardinal that jumps like a hot coal off the track. Praise the heavy ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Just as the sun was setting Back of the Western hills Grandfather stood by the window Eating the last of ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
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