in search of milk and paradise (Rg Gregory Poem)
heeley (sheffield) autumn 1988 dodging the broken bottles dog-shit the pavement spew i wheel my young son matthew through the ...
Poems about skills (31 Poems)
With a Sling and a Stone (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
With the gifts he was given not with borrowed armor five stones from wadi the assurance of God knowing he ...
Sticky Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
To be sticky clay in the hands of the potter malleable to his touch ready for his direction Seeking his ...
Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dirt and living water dust and the breath of life my vessel forming in the loving hands of God September ...
Clay – haiku – 4 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The dust of the earth living waters of our God shaped to be poured out September 3, 2010 Jeremiah 18:1-11 ...
Clay – haiku – 5 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
formed by the potter from the lifeless stuff of earth alive in his hands September 3, 2010 Jeremiah 18:1-11 Jeremiah ...
Giving to His Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Warming in his touch feeling his guiding giving to his hands to clay to the potter Ever living flesh to ...
Clay in the Potter’s Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
When we puff ourselves up go our separate ways following other gods led utterly astray Forgetting our station the distance ...
Ever Let Me be Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Ever let me be clay never hardened to break ever pliable to your touch to the leading of your hands ...
In the Potter’s Hands – v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Like malleable clay warmed, cradled lovingly held in the potter's hands Our lives, our all held, ever in his care ...
Our Unique Gifts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Within the first disciples those who left their nets skills of the fishermen making them fishers of men instead Hidden ...
As a Christian (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
As a Christian someone worthy of the name words matched by my deeds offering a hand to anyone in need ...
In the Potter’s Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
I am clay in the potter's hands Mold me, shape me, make me What you will of me Use me ...
Growing Edges (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our mission, our trip, our sharing all part of the growing edges of the missionaries, gaining strength, new skills, stretching ...
The Carpenter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Before he was the Good Shepherd, he was the carpenter's son, a carpenter himself. We can learn much, from the ...
The Carpenter – A Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dear Lord, Before you were the Good Shepherd, you were the carpenter's son, a carpenter himself. We can learn much, ...
Compromising Self (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What do we have left, then after compromising self, taking on the mantle, the anger the argument of another losing ...
Repair Shop (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I can remember it so well his small one-room repair shop in the back corner of our back yard with ...
Two Wins (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Two cases, two families in court, in the schools fighting for my clients using my skills, my talents to make ...
Arguing the Essential Nature (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Now this was a conversation, as I learned later, that was not in the right place a high school classroom, ...
My Memo 1 Sucks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wow, I found a thesis sentence In my title above. A clear and concise position I can support Here, there, ...
Staying the Course (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Assignments building, Intersections of projects, time management, control Finding my way, back from panic Believing I can do it Finding ...
Darks, Whites, and . Pinks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A routine task made different with three little girls in the house For a man who learned laundry "skills" in ...
Scab Maids On Speed (Maggie Estep Poem)
My first job was when I was about 15. I had met a girl named Hope who became my best ...
Out of The Annexe (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It grew out of the Annexe and our Corps in a world at peace while our army trained, magnificent in ...
It seldom snowed – Part II (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It seldom snowed in Camp they said, on the mountains, yes, and in the Styx, aka zone six. That's where ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Cleon (Robert Browning Poem)
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island (Robert Browning Poem)
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...