Give us your tired, your poor (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The hope of America, in the words of liberty the hope of a new life, in freedom "Give us your ...
The hope of America, in the words of liberty the hope of a new life, in freedom "Give us your ...
Scattering joy like seeds, this is how I feel, sharing the words these gifts I am given by the Lord ...
We added words, one by one onto the blackboard at the front of the classroom little arms raised in the ...
Worshipping you, with my hands, with my feet, with my voice against injustice, my words of your love the poems ...
There is poetry where you live in the real-time, living of our lives little bits of grace, of beauty, of ...
I have been thinking about his. So many of my poems, about God the possessive is his A father God, ...
Which is the holy ground, when is the ground holy a place to take off my sandals, to walk barefoot ...
Each moment, each thought, each image before our eyes magical seconds, instances of time revelations of God's grace present now, ...
Treasures of the king given to us, without merit, not earned gifts of grace, each day, given to us by ...
Each poem, each bit of verse given to me, knitted together each poem posted, to the world a seed planted ...
Not a photograph, with poetic tones, that was a bit lyrical, though I have seen them She gave me a ...
The message is unknown; unimportant He spoke with authority. Now that was the thing The real message in the Word ...
Each poem, each post, each email send out into the ether, the internet, the realm of cyberspace, each one a ...
His turn around the table to share what he is thankful for this Thanksgiving season, this year A simple thanksgiving ...
Writing is so much about seeing the words, the constellations, points of light against the black sky, the mind's eye ...
When I started, a little more than a year ago, I had no idea, no thought, that I would be ...
random connection to long forgotten facts scraps of thoughts deep within my consciousness triggered by a word, a conversation, music, ...
I believe, I have seen, I have witnesses the Holy Spirit, alive, living in me, in answer to prayer, in ...
Lord, I ask, I pray The words in the poems the words I put onto the page the lines of ...
There was a smile waiting for me on my arrival, taking a break a smile waiting for me at the ...
Answering the welcome of the father the ever present welcome and offer of justifying grace when we make the conscious ...
God sets out a welcome a bountiful front porch expansive and always present a front porch, maybe with a homemade ...
In the beginning there was God's love upon this strong foundation, this rock, all else stands God's love, His ever ...
By the fire, crackling sparks, living flame, licked the wood dancing before the starlight before the pine forest, beyond the ...
In living in the Master's house, we grow, or hopefully so, perfecting ourselves, in our walk finding our place, our ...
A little rain wasn't going to stop us we were there to scrape, to prime the house to help out, ...
A pure clear Maine sky opened above us, as the fire died, the cabin lights dimmed. We watched planes, satellites, ...
"Ladder, Ladder!" a phrase to which I became accustomed Being beseeched in Spanish The Pastor and the Pilgrim in service ...
A different walk now on Turtle Island, her people's name for this land of my ancestors too generations long past; ...
Mmmm. good. Large, cold, turkey legs. finger food, caveman style. Laughing, the three of us as we held them high. ...
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