The Pursuit of Blessedness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the words of Christ the kernel of our hope what we believe seeking happiness the pursuit of blessedness unfettered ...
Poems about pursuit (31 Poems)
The Pursuit of True Happiness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the ancient words of our Lord the pursuit of true happiness the creed of our land to walk with ...
Without Freedom Still – edited (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our church family, our community gathered, took time off, pondered our freedom, on the anniversary our Declaration of Independence when ...
Fighting the Tide (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Against the winds prevailing currents of the world fighting the tide of history the believes of the nation our people ...
Separated (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Living different lives these times, each one, set apart each seeking their own rewards little of the common good remaining ...
Sounds of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Crashing waves on a rocky coast, rain falling on parched ground The cry of a newborn baby, the call of ...
Without Freedom Still (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We gathered, took time off, pondered our freedom, on the anniversary our Declaration of Independence when we dissolved the political ...
Life in the Spirit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A life in the Spirit that is the Pauline prayer in the wisdom of the sermon, the words of the ...
Holy Freedom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Freedom, given by our God, at such an awful cost Freedom from the yoke of sin, the separation from God ...
Slaves to One Another (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Agape love, that is what Paul calls us to exhibit, to live to fall as servants, to meet the needs ...
Called to Freedom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We, in this land of plenty, the hope of the world, in the words, the meaning, in our celebration about ...
Freedom To . (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Ours is a freedom to, not a freedom from, a freedom to service others, to live according to Christ's example ...
A Clarion Invitation to Hope (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our words, as a people, repeated, enunciated, emphasized for friend, for foe alike the preambles of our sacred texts, the ...
A Yoke of Slavery (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We have been given an incredible gift all of us, Jew and gentile, saint and sinner, a gift of freedom, ...
A Visit to the Museum (on February Vacation) (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Each of us, mom and dad, seem to have slightly longer arms, right arms now, after the pulling, the tugging, ...
Rolling Stone (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like an army general on parade reviewing the troops in the convoy tooling down the highway into battle I drove ...
Two idylls from bion the smyrnean (Eugene Field Poem)
I Once a fowler, young and artless, To the quiet greenwood came; Full of skill was he and heartless In ...
The Magic Cup (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
The Magnificent (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
The Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
A Confidant Without Knowing It; Or The Stratagem (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NO master sage, nor orator I know, Who can success, like gentle Cupid show; His ways and arguments are pleasing ...
The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam Of Naishapur (Edward Fitzgerald Poem)
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Our Singing Strength (Robert Frost Poem)
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
Blight (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
Till Death — is narrow Loving — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Till Death -- is narrow Loving -- The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness -- ...
The look of thee, what is it like (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The look of thee, what is it like Hast thou a hand or Foot Or Mansion of Identity And what ...
The Hunt (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Flight (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...