Final Exams (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Let's see, what were those courses in our seminary this semester Oh yeah, they were Betrayal, abandonment, death, and resurrection ...
Poems about resurrection (31 Poems)
Dead (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dead, cold, without life a beating heart stilled laid down in the tomb the blackness sealed about him the stone ...
Words of the Apostles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Words of the Apostles handed down through time from the earliest trials to the latest age a creed of our ...
Cast Off Your Shackles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are free from the restraints, the bonds which have held us captives, Free from the snares the limits, the ...
The Message in the Glass (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She sat beside me in the chapel this morning as her momma began to preach we were in the back, ...
Peter was Peter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A name, oh what a name his name to carry, into the world into the sanctuary, to the pulpit Is ...
Proofs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A legal argument, brick by brick, in Testimony from many witnesses those who knew him, his blood, his kin, named ...
Forgive Them (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Forgive them, for they know not what they do Words of the Savior Whose birth we remember just days ago; ...
Questions of the Children (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Impossible questions, real-life questions rang through the church this week, hard painful impossible questions of loss of death in sudden ...
The Word in the Flesh (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Words, words that can hurt words of wisdom, of healing, of guidance, to live our lives but The Word, now ...
Oh Yeah, and I raised him from the dead (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A travelogue of a busy apostle forgetting to mention what would seem a significant moment a resurrection, after all doesn't ...
Elegy IX: The Autumnal (John Donne Poem)
No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnall face. Young beauties force our ...
While it is alive (Emily Dickinson Poem)
While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood Under ...
No Crowd that has occurred (Emily Dickinson Poem)
No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit -- I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection -- does -- Circumference be full ...
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed 'twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held ...
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring In contrast with the things that sing Not Birds entirely -- but Minds ...
‘Tis Anguish grander than Delight (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight 'Tis Resurrection Pain -- The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again. 'Tis ...
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death -- for who is He? The Porter of my Father's Lodge As ...
A Lady red — amid the Hill (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Lady red -- amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily ...
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers -- Untouched my Morning And untouched by Noon -- Sleep the meek members of the ...
Fountain of your rise (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Michelle, the thought of you confused or under siege bereaves us; you, the cheerful heart who waged a silent war ...
A Birthday (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
A Birthday (Aleister Crowley Poem)
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
Snake (John Burnside Poem)
As cats bring their smiling mouse-kills and hypnotised birds, slinking home under the light of a summer's morning to offer ...
Ireland With Emily (John Betjeman Poem)
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
From ‘The Testament of Beauty’ (Robert Seymour Bridges Poems)
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front (Wendell Berry Poem)
Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Still (A. R. Ammons Poem)
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
Yad Mordechai (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Yad Mordechai. Those who fell here still look out the windows like sick children who are not allowed outside to ...