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 ...
Poems about november (51 Poems)
White Breast (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was the white breast of the raptor, stoic in the aged tree sitting motionless, drinking in the light of ...
The Silence before the Applause (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There was a silence, before the applause this morning in church, after the fourteen voices, the lone trumpet, and pianoforte ...
Awakening Wall (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Driving in the fall 'morn, light filtering into the clearing wood; I spied a wall awakening from its slumber, no ...
The Book of Ruth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A soliloquy on the meaning, the placement the position of the Book of Ruth, a monologue on the transition, the ...
Eagerly Awaiting Him – edited 1 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in the ones Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no ...
Coming to Enjoy Revelations (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All it takes is faith, real faith and there is no darkness, no fear in the coming judgment, the winnowing ...
A Walmart Moment (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
At the end of the day that started with a question and an answer from your lips A special moment, ...
A Fuzzy Orange Band (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A question, an important question Framed and pregnant in my mind had to wait a little longer for its asking ...
Eagerly Awaiting Him (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in the one Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no ...
Eagerly Awaiting Him – edited 3 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in one Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no more ...
Eagerly Awaiting Him – edited 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in ones Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no more ...
Feeling the Ancient Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Urging a blessing on a humble table using the litany we know so well, the words He used, the night ...
Preaching the Revelation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She wasn't reading the words on the page not to herself at least, she was preaching from the Book she ...
Loyalty and Goodness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Naomi, Boaz, and Ruth Three who together give us a lesson, a teaching, an example of loyalty and goodness, of ...
Her Faith (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a second layer of skin is her faith right out there, the outer edge of her exuding from her ...
A Husband for Ruth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She needed to be protected, provided for, to provide for Naomi, to be the best example of the converted; how ...
A Single Sin Sacrifice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We all sin, we all fall short, we all need grace grace boundless and unending, grace to redeem to bring ...
Faith of a Mustard Tree (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She wonders if I believe the words I write about her faith, her beliefs, her love of God Her submission ...
Comet Kohotek (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A forgotten bit of space dust heralded before its fizzle but a wealth, a treasure for this son, sharing a ...
Circles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Controlled chaos Sharp angles Ripped colors Shapes alternating Sharp and subdued Tragedy And rage Pulled onto page Within a Continuous ...
Baptism (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A stoic Yankee A Baptist bowl and a lot of water met for a moment one November day Some fifteen ...
Ben apfelgarten (Eugene Field Poem)
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he ...
Symbol (Robert Francis Poem)
The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned. Rain and wind have picked the maple leaves and gone. The ...
My November Guest (Robert Frost Poem)
My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; ...
Four Quartets 2: East Coker (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Thomas Bailey Aldrich (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
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 (Emily Dickinson Poem)
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 (Emily Dickinson Poem)
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 (Emily Dickinson Poem)
How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But ...