In the Wet Wood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The evergreen forest, wet fragrance after the cooling shower sweet scent of pine caught in wisps of air mixing with ...
The evergreen forest, wet fragrance after the cooling shower sweet scent of pine caught in wisps of air mixing with ...
In the beginning there was God's love upon this strong foundation, this rock, all else stands God's love, His ever ...
By the fire, crackling sparks, living flame, licked the wood dancing before the starlight before the pine forest, beyond the ...
Climbing to serve, up the ladder, beyond the roof. Up off the ground, another story, ready for scraping, for priming, ...
In living in the Master's house, we grow, or hopefully so, perfecting ourselves, in our walk finding our place, our ...
A little rain wasn't going to stop us we were there to scrape, to prime the house to help out, ...
Rain falling on the roof above us, spending time in the circle gathered around before we are called sharing stories, ...
A pure clear Maine sky opened above us, as the fire died, the cabin lights dimmed. We watched planes, satellites, ...
"Ladder, Ladder!" a phrase to which I became accustomed Being beseeched in Spanish The Pastor and the Pilgrim in service ...
A different walk now on Turtle Island, her people's name for this land of my ancestors too generations long past; ...
Mmmm. good. Large, cold, turkey legs. finger food, caveman style. Laughing, the three of us as we held them high. ...
In Mission to the people of that simple place people of that land, roots deep in that rough scrabble eeking ...
Scraping, painting, praying, singing, playing, laughing all are part of lessons learned on the work site and at the camp; ...
How easy it is Lord to speak of love, to say, to pledge, undying, unending love claiming to understand, to ...
Lord, grant us the power to go into the world and do amazing work in Your holy name. Help us ...
Through the woods, dense around em walking to the camp A joy in the solitude, footsteps on the soft dirt ...
Drinking the living water of life, refreshed by the Savior. Like plants reborn in the desert after rain we are ...
We all took tentative, cautious steps into the icy sea Unsure of the wisdom of our temporary sojourn walking out ...
Please, oh please catch it (and not wear it) So were the thoughts rushing through my mind as I played ...
At the journey's end, a time of reflection, of sharing of giving of ourselves once more in the circle of ...
Told by her, in her language our story, of all people around the fire, in the circle The meaning within ...
On our mission trip, At the camp, each swear costs a quarter. On our job, "spider" is a swear. "Thousands" ...
With tears pouring down my face, washing down into my mouth wide open singing, praying, believing in the power of ...
A homeless prophet in mission to his people, to a broken world. Offering no comfort to those who would join ...
Twin miracles that morning in Jerusalem when Pentecost meant the birth of the church Speaking in tongues as the Spirit ...
How lucky we are those who followed, that they found their voice that Pentecost 'morn Willing to speak, to risk, ...
He was hungry, so very hungry no food, no drink, nothing for forty days, forty long hot nights in the ...
Bread from the baker, the sustainer God, ready when needed spoiling when saved This time is a test another test ...
Oh to be like John, John Wesley our founder, the beginning of the faith to see the miners, the men ...
Dear God, creator of heaven and earth, we thank you for this beautiful day, for your gifts you heap on ...
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