Only Shards Hanging (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The weight of our own sin only shards hanging after the stones have been thrown in our glass houses how ...
The weight of our own sin only shards hanging after the stones have been thrown in our glass houses how ...
Not wanting notice, attention not wanting to delay the Master she reached out to touch him just to be healed ...
The rich color of the oak the leaves before their falling shining in the morning brightly in the sun Like ...
Ablaze in the low sun before their dying translucent yellow thin brown page standing at attention catching the light just ...
In the rush of the world the busy, taking time days flying by, panic caught in the whirlwind Needing to ...
when we are not looking not paying attention, when we are blind not seeking the Lord that is when God ...
Only by your love, oh Lord will change fully come Haiti, beautiful island Garden, land of children crying out to ...
At our table, gathering, Luke searching the scriptures, the lessons for a recipe for a life, lived in piety blending ...
For those with eyes open with senses clear, those paying attention, those truly present a banquet of grace prepared and ...
So much like Martha, lamenting our minds so busy, cluttered, to do lists calling, attention, focus pulling us away, from ...
Sentries, a triad, stock-still, standing at attention, ramrod straight watching over the yard, guarding our back watching me, as I ...
He said that they were extremely religious but what did that mean, with many gods, many idols, all graven images, ...
Looking to them for alms They called his attention, his true, complete focus They had something important something extraordinary to ...
She had faith, enough to heal herself just the hem of his robe, a mere brush of her hand on ...
A single brown oak leave perched in the purple chrysanthemums in the window box outside the back door A peasant ...
Flapping in the cold wind the grey skies, the feel of winter so soon the flagpole out of the small ...
Busy, busy lives, moving from task to task lists and messages, and calls, a barrage of things, things to capture ...
A new white crown sneaking out, peeking out not quite ready to burst on the scene to present itself, show ...
Like a human version, a young human version, of the famous jumping frog Calaveras County, or some other locale she ...
I heard an echo of it, as I spoke to a prospective client it was his voice his telephone voice ...
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D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
Jeff's ready watching the action moving straight for him at full speed, fast motion Black brick center of attention sliding ...
Three flowers bloom each day Falsely fragile Queen Anne's Lace Clump of effervescent Daisies A singular Black-eyed Susan Wildflowers all ...
What is it about irises in the garden whether blue flag or yellow, deep purple, white with red why do ...
Frozen in place, a messenger of late summer standing, at attention, bowed a bit at the end of winter having ...
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