Secure in God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not fearing the storms anchored on the Christ secure in God the source of all our strength Rest while the ...
Not fearing the storms anchored on the Christ secure in God the source of all our strength Rest while the ...
Beacons, projecting out into the storm not staying close to shore, seeking to help, to comfort, to light the way ...
Not just a light for the nations, not just being a light the Light shining in the world, in the ...
Before we went in, before the start of the show The harbor seals made me laugh that innocent, genuine laugh ...
I really did feel bad afterward; but at that instant, I was confused sorry, not knowing what to say He ...
An anniversary Of a moment (if many hours can be but a moment) When pain brought a common numbing A ...
Swing high and swing low While the breezes they blow - It's off for a sailor thy father would go; ...
The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn Under the hand of the village barber, And her in the angle ...
Himself it was who wrote His rank, and quartered his own coat. There is no king nor sovereign state That ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
In seventeen hundred, a much hated sultan visited us twice, finally dying of headaches in the south harbor. Ever since, ...
As Love and I, late harbor'd in one inn, With proverbs thus each other entertain: "In Love there is no ...
When I heard he had entered the harbor, and circled the wharf for days, I expected the worst: shallow water, ...
When Stiivoren town was in its prime And queened the Zuyder Zee, Its ships went out to every clime With ...
The glory of ships is an old, old song, since the days when the sea-rovers ran In their open boats ...
Children of the elemental mother, Born upon some lonely island shore Where the wrinkled ripples run and whisper, Where the ...
I many times thought Peace had come When Peace was far away -- As Wrecked Men -- deem they sight ...
An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me -- With them would Harbor be -- (Emily Dickinson)
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
A young man, twenty eight years old, on a vessel from Tenos, Emes arrived at this Syrian harbor with the ...
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
Now it is time to say what you have to say. The room is quiet. The whirring fan has been ...
The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, ...
I have taken refuge in travelogues, bare silk-screen images of evening cityscapes giving in to a garish-clad sky; a tourist ...
After the cloud embankments, the lamentation of wind and the starry descent into time, we came to the flashing waters ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
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