Without Ceasing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pray without ceasing. a sentence in the living word an admonition for a grieving soul a struggling heart, seeking answers ...
Advices Poems (659 Poems)
Speaking from the Silence (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After mighty wind, the trembling of the earth, a roaring fire. Then audibly, Silence, to fill the prophet with awe. ...
Pitch the Tent (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pitch the Tent on the lawn set up the chairs, the signs, the pulpit flagmen at the roadside, cars parked ...
Holy Failure (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He called it holy failure, the moments of the disciples failing to catch fish, believing in the word of Jesus ...
Speaking with Power, Authority (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Watching her eyes, in worship as she preached from her heart, not merely from the words she crafted oh so ...
Silence was the Remedy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not a punishment, not in so many words that wasn't what Gabriel had in mind, not in this case, unbelief ...
Being as Little Children (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wonder, amazement, at the littlest thing marvels in all of creation, faith, attachment in the sound of familiar voices, Voices ...
When the House is Quiet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When the house is quiet and the girls are asleep sitting at my desk, at the computer studying, researching a ...
The Word in the Flesh (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Words, words that can hurt words of wisdom, of healing, of guidance, to live our lives but The Word, now ...
The Sick Abbess (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
EXAMPLE often proves of sov'reign use; At other times it cherishes abuse; 'Tis not my purpose, howsoe'er, to tell Which ...
The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
The Magic Cup (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
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 ...
The Hermit (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine, Oft pranks are played that show a deep design; Men are but men, and friars ...
The Eel Pie (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
The Cradle (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road, Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode; Small sums were charged; few ...
Neighbour Peter’s Mare (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
Richard Minutolo (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
The King and the Shepherd (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
Place for a Third (Robert Frost Poem)
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
A Girl’s Garden (Robert Frost Poems)
A NEIGHBOR of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the ...
The Changeling (Russell Edson Poem)
A man had a son who was an anvil. And then sometimes he was an automobile tire. I do wish ...
Alphonso Of Castile (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
Celestial Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for ...
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 ...
Religio Laici (John Dryden Poem)
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Elegy IX: The Autumnal (John Donne Poem)
No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnall face. Young beauties force our ...
Whoever disenchants (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Whoever disenchants A single Human soul By failure of irreverence Is guilty of the whole. As guileless as a Bird ...
The Bible is an antique Volume — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Bible is an antique Volume -- Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectres -- Subjects -- ...