Yielding to the Spirit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Yielding to the Spirit letting God guide our feet turning with our freedom closer to the Lord Not to do ...
Yielding to the Spirit letting God guide our feet turning with our freedom closer to the Lord Not to do ...
Yielding to the Spirit, God, the three in one, heeding their call that I may do my master's work Turning ...
Turning into the winds the storms of this life confronting them head on with the power from above Yielding the ...
Husband and wives called to a place of yielding agape love giving our will over to one another, in love ...
Not so willing, pliable stubborn clay on the potter's wheel holding to our own will not fully bending to the ...
The ground yielding its stones buried under the soil the rich loam, the grassy lawns the forests, the brush hidden ...
Even as the snow melted, the front of the house, the sidewalk, the driveway, yielding to the warming the heat ...
Tactile memories in the cemetery stones visual reflections of the times the ages in which the country knew imagery of ...
Out in the orchard, before the first apple placed gently in the bag, snap of the McIntosh to my bite, ...
The house awash in the smell of last night's dinner, now the stuff of soup, the simmering bones of the ...
Molded, shaped, reshaped in the potter's hands, imperfections worked out, pulled from the clay, balance, symmetry, made useful by his ...
If you would say yes to my plea, my prayer, on bended knee I would marry you again, joyfully for ...
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure drop The Day must ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
If I don't write something good tonight I will sleep without the comforting Canopus of deep believers, if I sleep ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
SIT stilla worda breath may break (As light airs stir a sleeping lake,) The glassy calm that soothes my woes, ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
Remember him, whom Passion's power Severely---deeply---vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both were loved. That ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
MUSING on the roaring ocean, Which divides my love and me; Wearying heav'n in warm devotion, For his weal where'er ...
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