Nature (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The beauty of the ordered world the turn of the growing leaf the whisper in the wind bright sunshine on ...
The beauty of the ordered world the turn of the growing leaf the whisper in the wind bright sunshine on ...
A sketch, a photograph an image caught in my memory brought forth from my mind just as real, to me ...
The words of the scripture echoing in the words of the pastors vivid in the images shared Only God can ...
Christ met, we meet Satan in the wild vivid images, words hard to hear of the tempting of Christ of ...
Just back from lunch with my wife. Getting back to work on a very rainy day. the sound of it ...
Like more shoots, green, growing rising up in my garden Greater numbers filling the pews, the sanctuary vivid proof of ...
Sitting down, the kitchen table late lunch, lot going on His pencil, well, not exactly, sitting there on the table. ...
The altar this morning draped, brightened by living water, by the royal stain of His blood vivid shimmering color, textured, ...
In the thundering silence, in the dark of night God speaks In the prayers of the faithful the words of ...
Chartreuse blooms, living for a week at most maple trees lining Maple Street little bells, like green lilies of the ...
Darkness closing in as the candles went dead piece of me wept the weight of my sin taking Christ through ...
Suddenly, vivid bright light illuminating the thinning clouds milky sky, radiating light burning through the overcast the fog of the ...
Nothing other than cranberry, well, maybe candy apple, could describe the maple on the corner Ablaze in saturated red deep, ...
A blue sky of autumn Red maple leaves, frost on the window rust on the tractor left too long in ...
A different walk now on Turtle Island, her people's name for this land of my ancestors too generations long past; ...
Day by day the seed grows taller and taller climbing toward the sun ants and beetles nibble, shred the leaves ...
Smell the bold colors, Rich in my nostrils, Illuminated on the branches before me as I drive. Low sunlight piercing ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
Vivid memory Twenty-five years past Her hands Old, blotched, tired Gripped the sheet metal Chair below her White knuckles Held ...
Rug covered stairs a landing above me a place for the lead toy soldiers, the ceramic cat, small bottles Playing ...
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on ...
More Life -- went out -- when He went Than Ordinary Breath -- Lit with a finer Phosphor -- Requiring ...
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Then crouch within the door -- Red -- is the Fire's ...
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod stove-warmed flatiron slid under the covers, mornings a damascene- sealed bizarrerie of fernwork ...
I held the switch in trembling fingers, asked why existence felt so small, so purposeless, like a minnow wriggling feebly ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
I. The poem is important, but not more than the people whose survival it serves, one of the necessities, so ...
A shallow lake, with many waterbirds, especially egrets: I was showing Mother around, An extraordinary vivid dream of Betty & ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
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