Living the Christian Life (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Paul's letter, a handbook, a manual on living the Christian life, of living a holy, faithful life, letting your heart's ...
Paul's letter, a handbook, a manual on living the Christian life, of living a holy, faithful life, letting your heart's ...
He was hidden in the nascent emerging buds of the lilac branches, singing his ornate, urgent, compelling song to the ...
Sitting still, quiet, alone, in the living room of my boyhood alone with my thoughts after the Christmas day watching ...
We sat sated in the den ready for pie; but not quite needing to sit a bit, settle our bloated ...
Like a second layer of skin is her faith right out there, the outer edge of her exuding from her ...
Wanting Seeing the beauty The precision Magic in prose Cut and paste Letting go of the old Pulling edits in ...
Assignments building, Intersections of projects, time management, control Finding my way, back from panic Believing I can do it Finding ...
For listening, for hearing me Prodding to balance the hurt And the need to be on my game In the ...
Pandora's Box Burst open a year ago today Because you gave us an assignment To read a poem. I took ...
You and they Valves in my heart Pushing the spirit In my soul Letting me live (Raymond A. Foss)
A hush fell over the congregation lights dimmed, cloaking us all A glow grew, pew by pew Candles clutched be ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought ...
1 Searock his tower above the sea, Searock he built, not ivory. Searock as well his haunted art Who gave ...
Out alone in the winter rain, Intent on giving and taking pain. But never was I far out of sight ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
Liner Notes - (from No More Mister Nice Girl) I was having a foul day. Some geezer harrassed me on ...
Always searching, may you find; if you run-down, may you wind; every year may you grow reaping only what you ...
In his travels he comes to a bridge made entirely of bones. Before crossing he writes a letter to his ...
I'll tell of Canute, King of England, A native of Denmark was he, His hobbies was roving and raiding And ...
We both have our hands to give Take mine I shall lead you afar I have lived several times my ...
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
He was a poet who wrote clever verses, And folks said he had a fine poetical taste; But his father, ...
To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise? ...
Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue -- The letting go A Presence -- for an Expectation -- Not now -- ...
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs -- The stiff Heart questions was ...
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
Supposing that I should have the courage To let a red sword of virtue Plunge into my heart, Letting to ...
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
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