Praying Luke 5:1-11 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dear God, creator of heaven and earth, we thank you for this beautiful day, for your gifts you heap on ...
Poems about james (41 Poems)
Gospels (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Good news of the living Savior Only for the few to understand Servanthood for the faithful Peter, John and James ...
Transfiguration (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Whiter than white, he shone in brilliance, sealing the fulfillment standing with Elijah, with Moses, Peter, James, and John far ...
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 ...
Losing Our Life Our Soul (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In Sunday School, a lesson, on meaning of words, the difference they make and the learning in the difference one ...
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 ...
Linking Lectionary (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was as if the synapses were growing in my mind, as he spoke He was, God was connecting the ...
The delectable ballad of the waller lot (Eugene Field Poem)
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
The Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
Hallelujah: A Sestina (Robert Francis Poem)
A wind's word, the Hebrew Hallelujah. I wonder they never gave it to a boy (Hal for short) boy with ...
The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones-- In fact, he's remarkably fat. He doesn't haunt pubs--he has eight or nine ...
The Naming Of Cats (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at ...
The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
FOR THE LAST WOLVERINE (James Dickey Poem)
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
Lament for the Makers (William Dunbar Poem)
I THAT in heill was and gladness Am trublit now with great sickness And feblit with infirmitie:-- Timor Mortis conturbat ...
The Manner of its Death (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die -- 'Tis deemed a privilege to choose -- 'Twas Major ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Study In Orange And White (Billy Collins Poem)
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
Marginalia (Billy Collins Poem)
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Elegy: Walking the Line (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
The Charm Of 5:30 (David Berman Poem)
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
The Frog (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Be kind and tender to the Frog, And do not call him names, As "Slimy skin," or "Polly-wog," Or likewise ...
Frog, The (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Be kind and tender to the Frog, And do not call him names, As "Slimy skin," or "Polly-wog," Or likewise ...
Jim (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion There was a Boy whose name was Jim; ...
Dream Song 105: As a kid I believed in democracy: I (John Berryman Poem)
As a kid I believed in democracy: I 'saw no alternative'â?"teaching at The Big Place I ah put it in ...