Hope Came (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Hope came, in the birth of the Son to bring hope to the people, waiting for so long for the ...
Hope came, in the birth of the Son to bring hope to the people, waiting for so long for the ...
If only we had a different vision of inclusion; where exclusion remains, testing, barring others from their call. Wouldn't we ...
He was our witness, one of our elders, telling a tapestry reading the threads of the story different fibers woven ...
A gray patina, a wash over the day the colors of my vision cold, waiting for December rain rushes, ancient ...
The name you chose Your name Informal, friendly, official An act of will, of self Defining for yourself Who you ...
A patina of haze filled my vision hung heavy in the shimmering air high in the nineties they said but ...
Rich vibrant, living color Dying on the branch In glory as I drive by A canopy over my way Or ...
A meadow aglow In the quiet dusk Sitting on the porch Drawn to the field Mason jar in hand Lid ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point before me A burst of squawks and the Beating of heavy wings ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point before me A burst of squawks and the Beating of heavy wings ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point Burst of squawks and Beating of heavy wings Filled the air The ...
My eyes welled up Tears rolled down my cheeks As the choir sang Of God's Love and His forgiveness Vision ...
I could have been an architect easel and pad, compass and straight edge vision and design at least that's what ...
Off in the distance Rising heavenward before me as I draw toward home, late this September afternoon White lines in ...
I saw her for a split second driving down Canal toward home off to the left almost over my shoulder ...
Cinna, the great Venusian told In songs that will not die How in Augustan days of old Your love did ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
Time feels so vast that were it not For an Eternity -- I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity ...
The Admirations -- and Contempts -- of time -- Show justest -- through an Open Tomb -- The Dying -- ...
Sweet -- You forgot -- but I remembered Every time -- for Two -- So that the Sum be never ...
Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue -- The letting go A Presence -- for an Expectation -- Not now -- ...
Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell! Cheerful ...
We grow accustomed to the Dark -- When light is put away -- As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
It rained throughout the night, a truly welcome sound that eases sleep although we barely slept - we were distressed ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
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