Donning His Sandals (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When you look down what do you see, regardless of what you are wearing. Do you see the Master's feet; ...
When you look down what do you see, regardless of what you are wearing. Do you see the Master's feet; ...
A start of a new year, After the distance, the falling away Of the summer days, together again Singing, praying, ...
We are watching day by day hour by hour watching a waking sun the faces of the flowers turning, yearning ...
Tall mountains reaching to the sky Deep canyons, cut into the earth, gorges, valleys Huge blue whales, the enormity of ...
Like twin party favors blown out and back in they furled and unfurled and their skirts swirled from next to ...
We gain more, learn, grow, it seems, through the grist of adversity the churning stomach, the flushed cheeks, wet furrowed ...
new shoots, yearning to grow to gather in March sun, warmth after winter's slumber rising from the good soil the ...
He was hungry, so very hungry no food, no drink, nothing for forty days, forty long hot nights in the ...
Macaroni and cheese, boxes sitting on the counter, waiting for the water to boil Little pearls of gas, building on ...
Candles of Hope, of Faith, of Joy burning bright, waiting for tomorrow with the candle of Peace only a few ...
We are going to ask the congregation to give to give a little more for the missions we hold dear, ...
Just fallen petals in the wet green grass shimmering in the late afternoon filtered sunlight after the rain rich color, ...
Reaching, cupping the water, the air, cool after the shower tempting hummingbirds petals curled to lure and entice lavender, pastel ...
Above the bluff, the scar, the clear-cut of the power lines, a forest of pine opens to the north Surrounded ...
Huge droplets explode in the puddles small lakes in the uneven surface craters in the alley, rivulets connecting them giant ...
I couldn't see whether they were for a boy or a girl never had that chance all I saw was ...
Roll over, snooze hit Warm covers, cold morn Morning light Piercing my slumber Out the window Down below My barn ...
Lead and wood Fused for a purpose Life changes In blackened ovals Shading, within the lines Fear, struggle. Am I ...
We, newbie's, 1L's Like eagle chicks Hands, not mouths, open, reaching Call on me, call on me! I know, I ...
Short cropped hair of black Full beard of stubble, four days old Gray joining the jagged black shards Menacing, reaching ...
We heard a new shepherd in the quiet of the congregation listening, hanging on each new word our attention held ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, ...
The birches stand in their beggar's row: Each poor tree Has had its wrists nearly Torn from the clear sleeves ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
You brave heroic minds, Worthy your country's name, That honour still pursue, Go, and subdue, Whilst loit'ring hinds Lurke here ...
Come slowly -- Eden! Lips unused to Thee -- Bashful -- sip thy Jessamines -- As the fainting Bee -- ...
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