Trout for Breakfast (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The smell of the brook trout percolated out from the tin foil, the butter and lemon joining the fresh catch, ...
The smell of the brook trout percolated out from the tin foil, the butter and lemon joining the fresh catch, ...
She was free, free of the script, the words, the guide she had sitting before her Free to speak from ...
I am alive in the spirit living because of the sacrifice, the gift of my Savior, the free and loving ...
Summer Sunday best became splattered with His blood in the intinction, the joining of His body, His blood, the dipping ...
He was our cantor, modeling the responsive lines to his homily on faith. Echoing, joining him, in remembering the mantra ...
The trailer heading north ten canoes ready for another adventure. plates on the van from out of state hearing away ...
Out of the fog of dusk she stood motionless watching in stillness the rush of human life hurtling past her ...
So right to honor, to pay tribute to thank them, before Pentecost before the joining of new members so noble ...
Joining herself with Him in her act of love for Him, her giving in anointing his feet joining as servant ...
a bite of bread, a taste of wine symbolic joining hearts and minds, spirits with the creator, sacrificially, sacramentally sharing ...
If you would say yes to my plea, my prayer, on bended knee I would marry you again, joyfully for ...
She had sugar, little bits, unauthorized pieces, shards, of the gingerbread house. Our centerpiece no more. We were outside in ...
a shriveled, curled leaf fluttered toward the ground as I stood, still, watching its path gliding, curling through the December ...
Down he fell, trusting, falling backward into the tank, immersed by the waves down into the cleansing waters of the ...
There was a scar of dark black brown open water, cut through the thin skin of ice the pond lit ...
These were the words they chanted, prayed together, the six voices joined in a round following the metronome of his ...
A soliloquy on the meaning, the placement the position of the Book of Ruth, a monologue on the transition, the ...
Counting down to two years, moments of memories of the start of our lives anew our start of our dating, ...
Oh, no, I can see it now, my eyes welling up, in pure happiness overwhelmed by my feelings overcome by ...
They are downstairs, away from my office romping and shouting, in the living room I hear their squeals, their play, ...
Words, words that can hurt words of wisdom, of healing, of guidance, to live our lives but The Word, now ...
Short cropped hair of black Full beard of stubble, four days old Gray joining the jagged black shards Menacing, reaching ...
I never want to stop Never stop Exploring you Your body, your skin Under my skin Touching you Captivated, bound ...
Off in the distance Rising heavenward before me as I draw toward home, late this September afternoon White lines in ...
Pillows of light, white snow Atop the raspberry bramble At the back of the yard The edge of the wild ...
It wasn't the moment I met her at the church The times we chatted in the coffee hour No, not ...
I will always feel the ache of our parting and the balm of our joining DRAFT 12/13/05 18:05, written in ...
Showers of New Snow Light powder of confectionary sugar Filtered down through the night air On forest and field Oak ...
A stoic Yankee A Baptist bowl and a lot of water met for a moment one November day Some fifteen ...
A year ago we completed a journey of faith, of hope, of love A different anniversary than our first Our ...
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