Jesus Began to Weep (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We heard a story, a very personal, very public story of the friend who died, the friends who didn't understand ...
We heard a story, a very personal, very public story of the friend who died, the friends who didn't understand ...
It was the white breast of the raptor, stoic in the aged tree sitting motionless, drinking in the light of ...
There was a silence, before the applause this morning in church, after the fourteen voices, the lone trumpet, and pianoforte ...
Driving in the fall 'morn, light filtering into the clearing wood; I spied a wall awakening from its slumber, no ...
A soliloquy on the meaning, the placement the position of the Book of Ruth, a monologue on the transition, the ...
All it takes is faith, real faith and there is no darkness, no fear in the coming judgment, the winnowing ...
At the end of the day that started with a question and an answer from your lips A special moment, ...
A question, an important question Framed and pregnant in my mind had to wait a little longer for its asking ...
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in the ones Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no ...
Urging a blessing on a humble table using the litany we know so well, the words He used, the night ...
She wasn't reading the words on the page not to herself at least, she was preaching from the Book she ...
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in the one Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no ...
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in one Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no more ...
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in ones Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no more ...
Naomi, Boaz, and Ruth Three who together give us a lesson, a teaching, an example of loyalty and goodness, of ...
Like a second layer of skin is her faith right out there, the outer edge of her exuding from her ...
She needed to be protected, provided for, to provide for Naomi, to be the best example of the converted; how ...
We all sin, we all fall short, we all need grace grace boundless and unending, grace to redeem to bring ...
She wonders if I believe the words I write about her faith, her beliefs, her love of God Her submission ...
A forgotten bit of space dust heralded before its fizzle but a wealth, a treasure for this son, sharing a ...
Controlled chaos Sharp angles Ripped colors Shapes alternating Sharp and subdued Tragedy And rage Pulled onto page Within a Continuous ...
A stoic Yankee A Baptist bowl and a lot of water met for a moment one November day Some fifteen ...
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he ...
The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned. Rain and wind have picked the maple leaves and gone. The ...
My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
I BIRTHDAY VERSES Dear Aldrich, now November's mellow days Have brought another Festa round to you, You can't refuse a ...
The Night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single Star -- That often as a Cloud it met ...
The Day grew small, surrounded tight By early, stooping Night -- The Afternoon in Evening deep Its Yellow shortness dropt ...
How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But ...
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