Elizabeth and Mary (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A filled closed womb the proof for the virgin of the hand of God, the child by the Spirit, now ...
Poems about heal (51 Poems)
A Prayer of Thanskgiving (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dear God, I give you thanks for this day, for the days of my life so far and all the ...
Withdrawn (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Petitions withdrawn no hearing, just gone a family can breath again, move on with their lives, spend time together without ...
Feeling the Ancient Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Urging a blessing on a humble table using the litany we know so well, the words He used, the night ...
The Suffering of a Righteous Man (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
May it take no more suffering of a righteous man for us to see the error of the ways, the ...
Focused on My Family (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A night out, cut short needing to go back home to put them to bed, to give her rest time ...
Echoes of Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He was so right echoing in my mind in the sanctuary in the power of words, especially the power to ...
The Word in the Flesh (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Words, words that can hurt words of wisdom, of healing, of guidance, to live our lives but The Word, now ...
Her Papers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
More and more her papers are about her calling her sermons and her epistles to the churches, to the non-believers ...
Between (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Between melancholy and disquiet a brooding cloud of the restless soul pacing the floor, wondering the next steps, on a ...
The Poor Man’s Lamb (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
Musketaquid (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
Threnody (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
February: The Boy Breughel (Norman Dubie Poem)
The birches stand in their beggar's row: Each poor tree Has had its wrists nearly Torn from the clear sleeves ...
The Deepest Dream (Mark van Doren Poem)
The deepest dream is of mad governors, Down, down we feel it, till the very crust Of the world cracks, ...
Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World Made Cunningly (John Donne Poem)
I am a little world made cunningly Of elements, and an angelic sprite; But black sin hath betrayed to endless ...
Remorse — is Memory — awake — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake -- Her Parties all astir -- A Presence of Departed Acts -- At window ...
Only a Shrine, but Mine — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Only a Shrine, but Mine -- I made the Taper shine -- Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may come, ...
Is Heaven a Physician? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Is Heaven a Physician? They say that He can heal -- But Medicine Posthumous Is unavailable -- Is Heaven an ...
Ah, Necromancy Sweet! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Ah, Necromancy Sweet! Ah, Wizard erudite! Teach me the skill, That I instil the pain Surgeons assuage in vain, Nor ...
The Obesion (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
At the Vietnam War Memorial (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
Black granite stretches its harsh, tapering wings up to pedestrian-level grass but sucks me down, here, at the intersection of ...
A Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable Saint Teresa (Richard Crashaw Poem)
LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord Of life and death. To prove the word, We'll now appeal to none of ...
The Contrite Heart (William Cowper Poem)
(Isaiah, lvii.15) The Lord will happiness divine On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me, gracious God, is mine A contrite ...
Lovest Thou Me? (William Cowper Poem)
(John, xxi.16) Hark my soul! it is the Lord; 'Tis Thy Saviour, hear His word; Jesus speaks and speaks to ...
Jehovah-Rophi. I Am the Lord That Healeth Thee (William Cowper Poem)
(Exodus, xv.26) Heal us, Emmanuel! here we are, Waiting to feel Thy touch: Deep-wounded souls to Thee repair And, Saviour, ...
The Valley of the Shadow of Death (William Cowper Poem)
My soul is sad, and much dismay'd; See, Lord, what legions of my foes, With fierce Apollyon at their head, ...
Linoz Isidoz (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
Linoz Isidoz (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
The Garden Of Boccaccio (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...