The scars of the nails – 2 – v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When we look at our hands do we see the scars of the nails the sacrifice of Christ Do we ...
Poems about tissue (31 Poems)
Through the fabric of the clouds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pulled seams of the tissue through the fabric of the clouds God's light shining upon me to share a message ...
Humid, Before I am Ready (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The morning sticky moisture coming, rising on my brow my forehead, almost without exertion calling for the tissue to mop ...
Almost Ready (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The bloom almost ready the petals yet to unfurl The crocus, cobalt, nascent up through the soil The leaves at ...
The World of the Creator (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The cosmic design the rules, forces, the balance everything in its place within the scheme the eye of the creator ...
Marks of the Potter’s Hand (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Signs of his touch marks of the Potter's hand his efforts recorded written on the flesh, the tissue on this ...
Fog on the Grass (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Looking to the right, to the left silver lawns, richly blessed loving rain, heavy dew fog resting on the grass, ...
A Dying Bloom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Nestled, sheltered against the warm brick the foundation of the church the dying bloom of the now lavender crocus Unfurled ...
Lord We Thank You (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lord, We thank you for this day, for the joy of the morning, the love of this family, waking from ...
The Certainty of the Kingdom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It will surely come growing in ways mysterious unknowable, how the seed becomes the grain hidden first underground then in ...
How Fast the Bloom Fades (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
How fast the bloom fades the flower falls to dust the petal shrivel, detach drop to the hungry ground reclaiming ...
minds wander (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
in the early morning fog the bible verses ooze into my subconscious bleed their message into my soul bypassing my ...
Losing Our Life Our Soul (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In Sunday School, a lesson, on meaning of words, the difference they make and the learning in the difference one ...
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 ...
A Vine Grows (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A vine, deep rich dark green rising up from the earth living color against the sooted coated rust of the ...
Barbs on the Heart (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A monument, long in coming of some open scar tissue a stain on our lives chapter of evil when we ...
Wire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The rusted old barbed wire oozed into the flesh of the young pine becoming one with the living skin lost ...
Balkans (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I often pause to wonder of the two sides of the man from the Balkans who graced my life with ...
The Bistro Styx (Rita Dove Poem)
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
Noon — is the Hinge of Day — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Noon -- is the Hinge of Day -- Evening -- the Tissue Door -- Morning -- the East compelling the ...
A Creature Catechism (Bliss Carman Poem)
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
Wishes To His (Supposed) Mistress (Richard Crashaw Poem)
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
Silent Mark (Cecilia Borromeo Poem)
another day is here and my hands are still covered with a mantle of stoic ink words scribbled on a ...
Wednesday (Marvin Bell Poem)
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
Gilbert (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Self-Portrait At 28 (David Berman Poem)
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha (Robert Browning Poem)
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
Trouv?e (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Oh, why should a hen have been run over on West 4th Street in the middle of summer? She was ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...