peach-power (Rg Gregory Poem)
peaches exude this thrall - reminders of those luscious whereabouts that lips best find their precious sips to cry let ...
peaches exude this thrall - reminders of those luscious whereabouts that lips best find their precious sips to cry let ...
In bowing in prayer asking for forgiveness of our sin reminders of your mercy for all that we had done ...
Hanging on the tree, empty the fruits of last autumn the cones hanging husks upon the branches under the limbs ...
Carrying their dirty cloaks the mud, the dust of the road after the procession Christ in the city hosannas to ...
Coming forward in silence each of us in our own thoughts kneeling, our hands open resting on the rail A ...
The prayerful things, fasting what we give up for Lent different than the New Year's resolutions lying in the dust, ...
So much of memory in the senses triggered both happy times and times that shake our souls Reminders in the ...
An unholy altar, an idol of rust craven gods, that will turn to dust worshipping our possessions fealty to our ...
In the words of the weekend the scripture, the words so long ago the reminders of our friends as a ...
Not his body, not his blood; But as real as if that were so as meaningful, as important this moment ...
Humbly, gratefully approaching the table the table prepared by the Lord the bread, the cup, reminders his sacrifice, in words, ...
The bread, the wine, the cross before us on the altar, that cross, the stained glass reminders, with the words ...
Three nails sit, quietly on the top of the cabinet next to the stack, bible, devotionals, reading to do, by ...
The wind gave an abject lesson this afternoon of the parables, the means of grace, all around us, if we ...
First storm of the year thickening sky, heavy air darkening below the blue weight on the limbs the leaves turned ...
Our house, our home blessed with more than one a glass crèche, a solemn crèche, a crèche of clay waiting ...
In each of the people in the crowd, along the procession's route, a different story, a story of where they ...
We were all in prayer heads bowed in the sanctuary as she began to speak to proclaim our petitions speak ...
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
This house which is lived in resounds with the chorus of voices bound in the press of its generous, unconcealed ...
You praise my self-sacrifice, Spoon River, In rearing Irene and Mary, Orphans of my older sister! And you censure Irene ...
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