Processes of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Processes of the land, of the water, the air of plants, of animals, of man natural processes, those of man, ...
Processes of the land, of the water, the air of plants, of animals, of man natural processes, those of man, ...
The ferns, the moss, the grass rise up, in the shadowed places up out of the moist rich ground adding ...
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 ...
The beauty of creation is found in the context of creation the story of how we began the world beginning ...
Indigo is the color of creation heavens, the formless void indigo is for the heavens, a color of creation Blue ...
It was cold this morning, cut into you cold my open suit coat, thin dress white shirt not quite up ...
Sharing the bread with the rest of creation understanding, appreciating the connectedness the reliance one on the other all of ...
Grow straight like the tall mast pines Use our bones, our brains, our wills to walk confidently, boldly to do ...
A break in the heat away from the front no thunder, no lightning, just rain, warm rain falling near dusk ...
at the edge of the field the brink of the wood grass yields to rougher plants plants of the brush, ...
We snuck away outside after being in while they had a bit of lunch fresh rain hung in the air ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
A mat of green, burgundy, and brown Covered the skin of the once open water Of the marsh, cut off ...
On a floor of needles and leaves I sat in a cathedral of pine Five trees encircled my prayer Limbs ...
I once knew all the birds that came And nested in our orchard trees; For every flower I had a ...
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale; Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail; Men, gods, and ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
ONCE on the kind of day called "weather breeder," When the heat slowly hazes and the sun By its own ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants -- At Evening, it is not -- At Morning, in a Truffled Hut ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
To the tune of "Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers" Light mists and heavy clouds, melancholy the long dreary day. ...
I thirst, but not as once I did, The vain delights of earth to share; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid ...
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon ...
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon ...
My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his ...
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