THE GODLIKE. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
NOBLE be man, Helpful and good! For that alone Distinguisheth him From all the beings Unto us known. Hail to ...
Poems about seizing (31 Poems)
CIA Dope Calypso (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai-shek's army ran away They were waiting there in ...
Lights on the Altar (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Flickering lights, covering the altar flames remembering those saints those who have touched our lives the Christ, our savior, our ...
Living as a Saint (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So many, through the pages of history living as a saint, following our savior's example walking, faithful, on the path ...
White, While Red (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Washed, redeemed shimmering white, while his blood, red, poured out for you and for me saints who have gone before, ...
White, by His Blood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
By the blood of the lamb, red, living blood, washed clean, our lives transformed, lives of the saints before, our ...
God’s Word Alive (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
The word made flesh living today saints who are Christ to us living expressions of the word of God his ...
On the Shoulders of Saints (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We, mere infants, sitting on the shoulders of saints raised by their strong hands up above the crowd so that ...
The Christ Candle First (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Higher, first, the Christ candle first lit and placed on the altar burning, higher than the rest the saint, my ...
Sitting with the Saints (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There before, those among us sitting with the saints in the sanctuary, this community of faith being with the saints, ...
Holy Brother (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our father, in heaven, our brother our holy brother, a saint before us giving us an example, a humble life ...
Unspoken Names (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Prayers for all the saints names unspoken for them candles burning, on the altar, lights burning within our hearts, our ...
His Candle Burning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His candle burning, brightly in the center of the altar, burning, source of the flames of all the saints named ...
Hallowed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Hallowed be your name, our Lord, our God, holy, feared, awestruck, worthy of respect, of praise falling at your feet, ...
Burning Brightly (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a sea of candles, glowing brightly on the simple lace the linen on the altar shimmering gold, the shadows, the ...
The Bright Lights of the Saints (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The bright light of the saints glowing on the altar, shimmering, reverberating, living light dancing in the murmur, the little ...
As a First Listener (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Let me hear your words, your life as a first believer as if new, never before shared, sitting at your ...
A Crowd of Witnesses (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A crowd of saints, witnesses, to Christ, to the need for Christ in this world Sharing his message, his love, ...
First Person Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I wonder, if I read the ancient words, his words of prayer, of instruction How we are to pray this ...
Self-Made Men, Alone (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So alone, if we ever really believe ourselves to be self-made men, outside of history, outside of the community of ...
Good Enough (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An important lesson, in the words of our prayer forgiving sins, trespasses, as we forgive How that prayer, within his ...
Forgiving My Sins (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
As part of life, part of healing, of the measure of the prayer being forgiven, as we ourselves forgive One ...
The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
The Hill Wife (Robert Frost Poem)
I. LONELINESS Her Word One ought not to have to care So much as you and I Care when the ...
A Fever (John Donne Poem)
Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone, That thee I shall not ...
What Is Life? (John Clare Poem)
And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated ...
Disguises (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
High stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard And stiff, and one cries ...
Witness (Eavan Boland Poem)
Here is the city- its worn-down mountains, its grass and iron, its smoky coast seen from the high roads on ...
Jenny Carrister, The Heroine of Lucknow-Mine (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
A heroic story I will unfold, Concerning Jenny Carrister, a heroine bold, Who lived in Australia, at a gold mine ...
Benjamin Fraser (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Their spirits beat upon mine Like the wings of a thousand butterflies. I closed my eyes and felt their spirits ...