A Knock Off (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
IF we are not following Christ if we are not heeding his voice his calling for our life his way ...
IF we are not following Christ if we are not heeding his voice his calling for our life his way ...
The illusion of something unique that we somehow are worthy that more than grace is at play in bringing us ...
Moving over from a place of control though we were lost not knowing where to go Changing our focus turning ...
"Becoming Proud" so true of our lives, our society our abundance, our wealth as if all of these were ours ...
Gathering for a future as if the present is not good enough wanting more but ignoring what there is now ...
So much, our worship now the words of Christ his teachings, his healings his lessons for the first disciples our ...
Where is your treasure, what is your religion deep down, at your very core This question reverberating calling from within ...
Only the present is real the past an illusion, the future a promise Only the present, mindfulness fully in the ...
When we fear, when we question, when we are nervous our lives out of control, unregulated, at the whim of ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
I'll have to change my mind on war, I need to take a break from structured thought; there's more to ...
The strident sounds of silence echo in a darkened room, a beggar's tomb of emptied space and barrenness, a shameful ...
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover ...
"There is no God," the wicked saith, "And truly it's a blessing, For what He might have done with us ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman Once in my childhood I watched mesmerized a magician magic everything away from before my eyes and ...
You came to me as rain breaks on the desert when every flower springs to life at once, but joy ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
THE human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, ...
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
Was there a Garden or was the Garden a dream? Amid the fleeting light, I have slowed myself and queried, ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
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