Tart Fruit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A clutch of blackberries tempting to the eye calling for the picking, before the birds get their fill so bright, ...
A clutch of blackberries tempting to the eye calling for the picking, before the birds get their fill so bright, ...
The last ripe berries from our own little vine woven into the rhododendron hidden from the birds, other interested parties ...
In the courtyard of the church, the little used, enjoyed, quiet space within the four walls halls of the church ...
The creatures of the air are the creatures of creation Birds, bats, flying squirrel, flying fish, cardinals, crow, pelican, penguin, ...
The beauty of creation is found in the context of creation the story of how we began the world beginning ...
Hidden in the small kernel, the collection of a few cells, the whole of a tree, a mighty shrub, a ...
The Lord was the one, who saved him and his family the animals, the birds, all creation from wrath and ...
I was harnessed and tethered tied to the earth, not truly free but I soared, for a few moments minutes ...
A short chain-link fence ran along the sidewalk in front of the old New Englander the short front yard just ...
Metaphors, images, concepts, pictures thoughts welled up spilled over washed over me from her words his words From the pulpit, ...
After the communion returning the elements to the ground gently sharing the bread, the wheat the blood, the vine to ...
It is there, deep in her young heart bearing fruits of faith, in our lives sharing the belief she has ...
It is there, deep in her young heart bearing fruits of faith, in our lives sharing the belief she has ...
Dawn on the lake The world is still. Water like a mirror. Land and water blur. Bold bright colors in ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point before me A burst of squawks and the Beating of heavy wings ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point before me A burst of squawks and the Beating of heavy wings ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point Burst of squawks and Beating of heavy wings Filled the air The ...
Sweat and avarice Were pungent under The cloud of dust From the pit Arms beat in the air Voices raised ...
On a floor of needles and leaves I sat in a cathedral of pine Five trees encircled my prayer Limbs ...
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