A Husband for Ruth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She needed to be protected, provided for, to provide for Naomi, to be the best example of the converted; how ...
She needed to be protected, provided for, to provide for Naomi, to be the best example of the converted; how ...
Walking to the playground, yesterday afternoon after the change of the time on the clocks, fall back into winter, the ...
Children were not privileged, they were the last, the bottom rung on the ladder of life in His day the ...
Me and the girls, the members of the congregation, walking to the Capitol, under the dome down the street, on ...
Pining for peanuts praying for the nuts begging for them a gray squirrel by our porch pitch a peanut, watch ...
Above the bluff, the scar, the clear-cut of the power lines, a forest of pine opens to the north Surrounded ...
A Planet no more a dwarf, a minor player on the celestial stage the lord of the underworld relegated, lost ...
Up even with the second floor window of our bedroom, a piece of flat, smooth oak bark is shaped like ...
A short chain-link fence ran along the sidewalk in front of the old New Englander the short front yard just ...
a single clear line of thread strung by a fisherman between flower and shrub a road for her a line ...
Metaphors, images, concepts, pictures thoughts welled up spilled over washed over me from her words his words From the pulpit, ...
A face smiled at me from across the room caught in the shadows and folds of the floral patterned valance ...
Cremora and Kahlua a pair of brand names shared space in the brandy snifter that bleary New Year's Eve they ...
Elvis was in the house, you could see it so clear in her stance, her pout She's gotta hunka hunka ...
They, whoever they are, say you should eat a good hot breakfast I don't think they had this in mind ...
A desk became a portal a keyhole to the past hiding a secret uncovering another a family fact unknown to ...
We didn't really know; but they called it a horse needle the day the state police came to tell us, ...
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there the sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
We snuck away outside after being in while they had a bit of lunch fresh rain hung in the air ...
She was the one, the test case the alpha, the first who pushed the envelope bucked the system went her ...
The edge of the water's surface Cupped a bit of Mallard down this morning. Shed and forgotten by its owner ...
A kernel of hope Lives Deep inside Protected Against the pain The struggle Grows When tended Memories ignite Nurture Reward ...
Hangover of pearl white snow Gray ice losing power Brown dirt, clear leaves, rotting Wet dark chocolate, rich humus Eyes ...
On a floor of needles and leaves I sat in a cathedral of pine Five trees encircled my prayer Limbs ...
Late January, in the cold clear wood Boots crunch through layers of snow and ice Breath catches in beard and ...
Like the Magi, We are each on the journey a quest for the king Ourselves the treasure, the metal, the ...
A prayer hidden and silent Stones submerged by winter's blanket Covered and cold beneath the grip of frost If they ...
The words were different, not just in amplitude with more voices raised in the same solemn reverent ancient prayer No ...
A year ago we completed a journey of faith, of hope, of love A different anniversary than our first Our ...
Take this cup from my mouth step back from the journey, the road the revelation of his fate Like Socrates ...
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