A Christian Lament (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A pastor asked me to think about, write about ponder the decision the change in course inexorably to the edge ...
Raymond A. Foss Poems on Change (238 Poems)
How Much They Have Grown (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I heard the murmurs, the exclaiming the muted hushed knowing on the growing, the maturing the changes in all of ...
Her Spirit Fed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I could see it, sense it a change from a few days ago a difference in her, welling up shining ...
Sheep to Shepherds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They were changed in an instant, descended upon by the Spirit as if by tongues of fire Flames of transformation, ...
May Showers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We needed the break the change back from the heat too soon for the eighties scorched and hot cloudbursts, sheets ...
A Mother’s Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
A mother's prayer for her child, for her children for healing, for grace for the pain she carries to be ...
Researching (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Above the noise in the room below the sound of the television, the game, the laughter of our five-year old ...
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 ...
Crèches (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our house, our home blessed with more than one a glass crèche, a solemn crèche, a crèche of clay waiting ...
Zipping Her Coat (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An extra precious moment of peace stopping the back and forth of my day crouch down before her, as she ...
Holiday Ties (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They came out of storage, off the rack around my neck, starting today, thirteen, maybe fourteen ties (or at least ...
Sharing Verses (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We were there for another, very different purpose, An attorney telling a client, jailed and separate from family, from friends, ...
Chicken Soup (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Is it the soup, or its making that soothes, bleeds stress, changes the mind, cutting through the cares of the ...
A February Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Walking to the playground, yesterday afternoon after the change of the time on the clocks, fall back into winter, the ...
The Suffering of a Righteous Man (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
May it take no more suffering of a righteous man for us to see the error of the ways, the ...
Southward (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Their honks and squeaks called her, caused her she raised her head skyward from north to south they passed over ...
Exhortations from the Pulpit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She raised words of actions calls to action, to not stand in the way; but to enable, to embolden, to ...
Her Heritage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A piece of her past conjured up in the haze of the burning sage, the haunting sounds of the wolf, ...
Anticipating (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They are downstairs, away from my office romping and shouting, in the living room I hear their squeals, their play, ...
Focused on My Family (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A night out, cut short needing to go back home to put them to bed, to give her rest time ...
Old and New (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They were quite a pair clash of cultures within these proud Quebecois each speaking a language I don't share with ...
Beach Sand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there the sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
Score (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Better than half But good enough To get me in Change my life Move to a new future New challenges ...
Hurricane (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A hole in the wall shop, Counter and seller Plastic cups and pitchers A bit of rum, a bunch of ...
Typist (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Early morning (or very late night) Carbon and ink eraser, with the bristles Before Whiteout The Corona clacked away Her ...
lonely (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
lonely in a crowd different from the rest separate, apart because of change, experiences they can't understand choices and experiments ...
Meeting Grounds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Reverend Brown told me some of the stories the history of these hallowed grounds Where generations pitched their tents around ...
a body of rice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was a pure moment an instant never to be found again a four year old's faith caught in my ...