As the Father (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
As the father sent the son the spirit descending on him as a dove so we are sent by our ...
Poems about vineyard (31 Poems)
Changes – haiku (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Another season, shepherds, a different flock new vineyard to tend September 5, 2008 written at the Agape Café coffeehouse Wesley ...
Ripeness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It is a more ephemeral, a more undefined quixotic thought not the chronological age, of so many days, of years ...
Using Our Gifts – v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Spend time in the vineyard, the field, the dark places of this world, the orchard, the valley, using our gifts, ...
Her Future (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A new future, a sudden change leaving the old, the comfortable behind new promise, new hope beyond the horizon line ...
Adam Labors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Adam labors, all humankind labors, in the field, the vineyard, the seasons of life, producing food for the table all ...
Use Me as I am (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lord, even now, when I am cracked, chipped imperfect, use me as I am, to do your work, here in ...
Using Our Gifts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
spending time in the vineyard, the field, the orchard, using our gifts, to be messengers, to be brothers, sisters, to ...
Putting on His Yoke (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Choosing to be paired, yoked to the Christ, following the command the instruction of the Father serving in the field, ...
United Methodist History (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The saints before us, toiling in the vineyard out in the pastures, on the rocky mountains, in the villages and ...
She Will Be a Shepherd (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She has heard a steady call to wear the Master's sandals to take up his staff go out into the ...
Bringing Us Home (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Two thousand years and more ago God spoke to the prophet told him " I will bring you home" what ...
Chevy in the Grass (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A horse in the small pasture beside the barn a Chevy in the grass hidden from view almost behind the ...
String of Pearls (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Foggy morning On the Vineyard In Aquinnah Wet chair, hot coffee Sip in the heat Shake the daze Camera and ...
Glassworks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Mesmerized, watching The skill, artistry Effortlessness in the heat Of the sweating craftsmen In the beach air On the Vineyard ...
Cottages (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Gingerbread cottages on the old revival campsites around the Tabernacle on the Bluff over the Atlantic on the Vineyard Hearing ...
Dunes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An old weathered section of snow fencing half buried in the lee of the dune gray skin gnarled by wind ...
Meeting Grounds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Reverend Brown told me some of the stories the history of these hallowed grounds Where generations pitched their tents around ...
Bringing Word (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They are working in his vineyard Bringing Word, his word a good news, a gospel to the masses, the sheep ...
Words of Power (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Vision, mission, goals, and tasks action words, of power of purpose defining who we aspire to be what we must ...
A Thorn in My Side (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I am weak; thank you God for my humility, for the impediment to my vanity, that forces me to rely ...
The Monks Of Catalonia (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
War Song (John Davidson Poem)
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift; The battle to the strong. Of ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Hudson’s Last Voyage (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
I have never seen “Volcanoes” (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I have never seen "Volcanoes" -- But, when Travellers tell How those old -- phlegmatic mountains Usually so still -- ...
Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
The Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed’s Church (Robert Browning Poems)
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
293. The Whistle: A Ballad (Robert Burns Poems)
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
The French Revolution (excerpt) (William Blake Poems)
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...