In the Same Way (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are sent, out into the world, the same ministry, the same mission bringing a hope, a belief, a joy ...
Poems about laying (28 Poems)
Holy Guacamole (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe the best way to describe the inauguration the scene of that sea of people, our nation's Mall covered with ...
The Spirit Descending (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Spirit, tangible, palpable like a dove, a wind, tongues of fire, flames, the Spirit bodily, resting on him, in ...
Cleansing Waters (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
physical waters, spiritual waters cleansing waters, the washing of the Holy Spirit anointing, laying on of hands, healing transforming our ...
She was Poor – Blog Action Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dorcas, laying on the bed, still rising at his call, his urging Walking again, to live again, her ministry to ...
Through the Crowd (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Out of the crowd, in the busy market she came, unclean, outcast not to trouble the master, merely to touch ...
We Said a Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The three of us, laying on the floor, hands clasped together joining others in prayer praying for the women on ...
Exposed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Brutal honesty, to ourselves mainly opening wounds, covered, buried exposing them to the light, to his grace to put them ...
Without Easter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The cross, the sacrifice, the suffering taking on our sins, to reconcile us to the creator that is the story, ...
Cross – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Two trees in the naked woods lines highlighted by the white of snow Laying upon each other hundreds of yards ...
The Fear of the King – v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Fear of the infant, the boy laying in the manger bed the king humbly born feared by the king for ...
Drawn by the Fragrance (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A flurry of motion descended on the ripe flower new, open, uncovered nectar fragrant bloom blazing yellow Plate of color, ...
Under the Stars (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Laying back in the canoe out in the middle of the lake northern Maine June, maybe July more than thirty ...
Alan Dugan Telling Me I Have A Problem With Time (Nick Flynn Poem)
He reads my latest attempt at a poem and is silent for a long time, until it feels like that ...
Balbus (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell you the story of Balbus, You know, him as builded a wall; I'll tell you the reason he ...
Account Of A Visit From St. Nicholas (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
When we stand on the tops of Things (Emily Dickinson Poem)
When we stand on the tops of Things -- And like the Trees, look down -- The smoke all cleared ...
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old ...
Death is a Dialogue between (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. "Dissolve" says Death -- The Spirit "Sir I have another ...
Futurelessness (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Waring (Robert Browning Poem)
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
A Woman’s Last Word (Robert Browning Poems)
I. Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, -Only sleep! II. What so wild ...
Transfiguration (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . (Charles Bukowski Poems)
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...