Tubbie (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Hot water soaks into her tense body Bouquet of flower, scented candles and a glass of chardonnay Water licks the ...
Hot water soaks into her tense body Bouquet of flower, scented candles and a glass of chardonnay Water licks the ...
The heart quickens. My mind reels. Meet me There. Moments of love. Sanctuary in the storm. Tenderness and closeness. Safety ...
A pause on the bridge, a break in my day, as night came A stop to drink in the murmur, ...
Hushed service sanctuary in prayer people sharing, concerns raised speaking mike passed Ann holds her hand up to share a ...
Touching your cool Bronze skin Coursing my fingers Like a reader of Braille, Silently in the dark In our sanctuary ...
On a floor of needles and leaves I sat in a cathedral of pine Five trees encircled my prayer Limbs ...
Wheat among the Weeds Diaspora out in the world From the tabernacle to synagogues from the sanctuary to the end ...
Not a Gorton's Fisherman, no he doesn't have the hands, the weathered brow, the smell of fish, or the sound ...
In the dark of the empty sanctuary he toiled, alone, refining his skill preparing himself, by drill and practice to ...
We heard a new shepherd in the quiet of the congregation listening, hanging on each new word our attention held ...
Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Calm, sad, secure; behind high convent walls, These watch the sacred lamp, these watch and pray: And it is one ...
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; ...
This window is confidence, documenting proceedings, capturing moments, cleansing views challenging sentiment. This window is nourishment filling the eyes with ...
You could see the signs which said that possums came at night and fed upon this tree, they left their ...
The problem was the manner of choice (or whether there was a choice for that matter) as you had taken ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
We are honored and humble and earnest to share in events which would happen although we weren't there, a trifling ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
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