The Hem of the Robe (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like shafts of light, woven together; sheets of flowing luminous light like a wall of falling water a curtain of ...
Like shafts of light, woven together; sheets of flowing luminous light like a wall of falling water a curtain of ...
Forgiveness, pardon were woven in words, we could understand, appreciate, bring home to our own hearts reach empathy, equate, learn ...
Tears of frustration welling up, from deep down down within the soul, a tremor a quake in the psyche; innate ...
Watching her eyes, in worship as she preached from her heart, not merely from the words she crafted oh so ...
The name of the sermon the point of the message was "Our Highest Ideal" but it was the underlying subtext ...
The Bible, the ultimate frequently cited authority, the basis for the arguments over and over again. A legal term of ...
He was a man with secrets hidden slices of his life long pushed down below the surface covered with pithy ...
Edit done (well, time ran out) Paper stamped and in Now the wait To validate or critique The thread, the ...
The gentle push the warm support The gentle nudge Of the One who knows what's best Charting a course with ...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
'Who affirms that crystals are alive?' I affirm it, let who will deny: Crystals are engendered, wax and thrive, Wane ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
I love the hour that comes, with dusky hair And dewy feet, along the Alpine dells To lead the cattle ...
I would not even ask my heart to say If I could love some other land as well As thee, ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven -- So martyrs albums ...
FOR a name unknown, Whose fame unblown Sleeps in the hills For ever and aye; For her who hears The ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
past parentage or gender beyond sung vocables the slipped-between the so infinitesimal fault line a limitless interiority beyond the woven ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I can scare children as the Victorians aimed to do even on an August beach tell a fairy tale one ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
As those of old drank mummia To fire their limbs of lead, Making dead kings from Africa Stand pandar to ...
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