An Image of God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are said to be born in the image of God, a God who walked with Adam, with Eve in ...
We are said to be born in the image of God, a God who walked with Adam, with Eve in ...
How much different, how oh so very different would world history, human history have been, if only the chosen had ...
The Lord placed words in my heart this morning in devotion, words to sustain me, to guide me, in the ...
A rhyme in time can save nine Oh how I hate the need to equate poetry symmetry Upper case to ...
Quiet, stoic granite men Long in the land and happy for the stillness, The solitude of the ancient hayfield, the ...
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
Out alone in the winter rain, Intent on giving and taking pain. But never was I far out of sight ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it And spills the upper boulder in ...
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
O Fair and stately maid, whose eye Was kindled in the upper sky At the same torch that lighted mine; ...
IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself Into calendar ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
As I went down to Dymchurch Wall, I heard the South sing o'er the land I saw the yellow sunlight ...
He climbed toward the blinding light and when his eyes adjusted he looked down and could see his fellow prisoners ...
The Symptom of the Gale -- The Second of Dismay -- Between its Rumor and its Face -- Is almost ...
The fascinating chill that music leaves Is Earth's corroboration Of Ecstasy's impediment -- 'Tis Rapture's germination In timid and tumultuous ...
By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea -- with a Stem -- If the Bird and the ...
A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds That threatened it -- did run And crouched behind his Yellow Door Was ...
I started Early -- Took my Dog -- And visited the Sea -- The Mermaids in the Basement Came out ...
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