A Kernel of Hope (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A kernel of hope Lives Deep inside Protected Against the pain The struggle Grows When tended Memories ignite Nurture Reward ...
A kernel of hope Lives Deep inside Protected Against the pain The struggle Grows When tended Memories ignite Nurture Reward ...
Hangover of pearl white snow Gray ice losing power Brown dirt, clear leaves, rotting Wet dark chocolate, rich humus Eyes ...
On a floor of needles and leaves I sat in a cathedral of pine Five trees encircled my prayer Limbs ...
Late January, in the cold clear wood Boots crunch through layers of snow and ice Breath catches in beard and ...
Like the Magi, We are each on the journey a quest for the king Ourselves the treasure, the metal, the ...
A prayer hidden and silent Stones submerged by winter's blanket Covered and cold beneath the grip of frost If they ...
The words were different, not just in amplitude with more voices raised in the same solemn reverent ancient prayer No ...
A year ago we completed a journey of faith, of hope, of love A different anniversary than our first Our ...
Long dormant carpet of grey, of brown parched and pending poised for an awakening showers and warming a bursting of ...
It was a pure moment an instant never to be found again a four year old's faith caught in my ...
Take this cup from my mouth step back from the journey, the road the revelation of his fate Like Socrates ...
Drink in the cool, smooth, the sweet scent of Spring Fleeting aroma of purple of plum, or white, of dusty ...
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
In the small space the spare bedroom-sized place between the maple tree and the shrub, just beyond the dandelion patch ...
We celebrate once again the bravery of those certain men who saw what they had to do and though they ...
Melissa: I've still rever'd your Order as Divine; And when I see unblemish'd Virtue ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm: Besides I can ...
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