Slowly, Surely – v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words of scripture like a tapestry on a loom a quilt of many squares intricate, time consuming worthy of ...
Poems about handed (31 Poems)
Slowly, Surely (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words of scripture like a tapestry on a loom a quilt of many squares intricate, time consuming Slowly, surely ...
To Be Crucified (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Handed over by Pilate appeasing the shouts of the crowd handing the innocent the lamb of God over to be ...
A Fitting Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A fitting sky this morning the story continuing not bright and sunny like yesterday The sky dark and foreboding clouds ...
Coins for the betrayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Mere coins for the betrayer what a terrible cost the price of his blood resting on his head Money for ...
On the Earthen Ground (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Down into their basement one day treasures there abound a collection of life kept safe on the bare earthen ground ...
Something More (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Restless, always something more the grass greener, skies bluer somewhere else worldly values clouding our sight taking our focus on ...
Into this Story (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are called, our lives revealed our days written in this story in this journey of faith leading home Into ...
A Christmas Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A Christmas prayer, an Advent prayer, lifted up to your, oh my Lord that your spirit would descend on each ...
Burning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
(in Them) The Pentecost flame, the spirit burning in them, unable, unwilling to stop proclaiming the truth of the risen ...
Stopping a Brushfire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What could they say, what could they do to silence these men, untrained, ordinary men they who walked with Christ ...
Building the Ark (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The scripture doesn't say if he walked with God, by faith, or in the flesh Did he get the blueprints ...
Words of the Apostles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Words of the Apostles handed down through time from the earliest trials to the latest age a creed of our ...
Guard the Good Treasure (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are to guard the good treasure the gift of faith handed down to us by those faithful who went ...
Networking (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Hi, how are you, nice to see you, what brings you here, what are you getting from what the speakers ...
If Only (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
If only we had a different vision of inclusion; where exclusion remains, testing, barring others from their call. Wouldn't we ...
This Soul Cried Out (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
As He is so want to do, the lectionary was blended sharing a deeper message, in the mixing of the ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
An Ode, On The Death Of Mr. Henry Purcell (John Dryden Poem)
Late Servant to his Majesty, and Organist of the Chapel Royal, and of St. Peter's Westminster I Mark how the ...
Whatever it is — she has tried it — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Whatever it is -- she has tried it -- Awful Father of Love -- Is not Ours the chastising -- ...
The Sun retired to a cloud (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Sun retired to a cloud A Woman's shawl as big -- And then he sulked in mercury Upon a ...
I took one Draught of Life — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I took one Draught of Life -- I'll tell you what I paid -- Precisely an existence -- The market ...
A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig And thought it very nice I think, because his empty Plate Was handed ...
Saturday’s Child (Countee Cullen Poems)
Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
How Fortunate The Man With None (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
You saw sagacious Solomon You know what came of him, To him complexities seemed plain. He cursed the hour that ...
In A Motel Parking Lot, Thinking Of Dr. Williams (Wendell Berry Poem)
I. The poem is important, but not more than the people whose survival it serves, one of the necessities, so ...
A Man (Charles Bukowski Poem)
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
A Miracle For Breakfast (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
Poem (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...