Touching His Mouth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A prophet, by the hand of God touching his mouth, his lips putting His words into Jeremiah's mouth Literally, commissioned ...
A prophet, by the hand of God touching his mouth, his lips putting His words into Jeremiah's mouth Literally, commissioned ...
In the little room, off the sanctuary, the space where worship supplies were kept, a stack of white linen tablecloths, ...
Twelve trips to the doctor, a number of cuts, scrapes, gashes marked that summer of accidents and mishaps of youthful ...
What a question, what a test putting it on the line, with him right there in your face, after the ...
A bit of war poetry read by featured poets Brought it back to me that night on the floor Each ...
My teacher A force in my life Keeping me with the pack Putting herself out To give me a chance ...
I wanted to call this "walking with the prophet" Because I feel he was more like the exhorter Elijah Guiding ...
Vision, mission, goals, and tasks action words, of power of purpose defining who we aspire to be what we must ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes Will keep my talk from getting overwise, I'm not the ...
You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper's on the table, and we'll see If I can ...
The barber has accidentally taken off an ear. It lies like something newborn on the floor in a nest of ...
One evening at dusk as Noah stood on his Ark, Putting green oil in starboard side lamp, His wife came ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones-- In fact, he's remarkably fat. He doesn't haunt pubs--he has eight or nine ...
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
It was supposed to be Arts & Crafts for a week, but when she came home with the "Jesus Saves" ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
Yes, it was like you to forget, And cancel in the welcome of your smile My deep arrears of debt, ...
Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue -- The letting go A Presence -- for an Expectation -- Not now -- ...
The Bustle in a House The Morning after Death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon Earth -- The Sweeping up ...
I cannot live with You -- It would be Life -- And Life is over there -- Behind the Shelf ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
Tell me about the train that people say got buried By the avalanche--was it snow?--It was In Colorado, and no ...
This is the time of day when we in the Mens's ward Think "one more surge of the pain and ...
This year, I'm raising the emotional ante, putting my face in the leaves to be stepped on, seeing myself among ...
The industrialist is having his aeroplane serviced. The priest is wondering what he said in his sermon eight weeks ago ...
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