Choosing Death (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Demons released from his body, chose death, drowning in the sea over returning to the dark abyss, In death a ...
Raymond A. Foss Poems on Death & Dying (448 Poems)
New Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Metamorphosis, like a snake casting off an old skin, a crab an outgrown shell, or maybe more akin to a ...
The Works of the Law (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Living by the law, dying because of the failings impossibilities of perfection of never straying, never stumbling never faltering, even ...
In the Dark Places Where She Dwell (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So much sadness years of suffering A long night of pain She struggled for rapture for something to cling to ...
Finding Their Voices (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
How lucky we are those who followed, that they found their voice that Pentecost 'morn Willing to speak, to risk, ...
Our Nation’s Best (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
They stand on guard once more in harm's way in hostile lands answering the nation's call on point in the ...
A Risen Friend (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The house of a risen friend another lesson to teach to the disciples before the passion the final chapter the ...
Fig Tree (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh change your ways you dead, dying tree turn from your thoughts law alone, hear, heed the new soil, the ...
Famished (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He was hungry, so very hungry no food, no drink, nothing for forty days, forty long hot nights in the ...
This Holy Mystery (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a bite of bread, a taste of wine symbolic joining hearts and minds, spirits with the creator, sacrificially, sacramentally sharing ...
Before the Noodles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Macaroni and cheese, boxes sitting on the counter, waiting for the water to boil Little pearls of gas, building on ...
Servant (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Son of God, incarnate word Eternal king, in human form Ready to heal, to walk with the last, the least ...
When the Master Calls (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When the Master calls, will we heed his message will be follow him and be fishers of men? Where ever ...
Cross (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Crown of thorns on his head Rent his flesh with the spear, the nails Only sinless man Suffering for our ...
Washing His Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Over and over he must have washed his hands trying to remove the stain, the tattoo of innocent blood blood ...
Pilate (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A man of power, without control an inquisitor questioned proconsul rebuked, challenged, An innocent king, brought before him, without stain, ...
Questions of the Children (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Impossible questions, real-life questions rang through the church this week, hard painful impossible questions of loss of death in sudden ...
A Skim of Ice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The red, red maple leaves festooned with pearls of ice tiny droplets frozen on the fallen the dying red leaves, ...
Jesus Began to Weep (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We heard a story, a very personal, very public story of the friend who died, the friends who didn't understand ...
Singing the Mystery (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
That the light of the earth, light from heaven was snuffed out suffered humiliating all to human death that he ...
The Intimacy of Informality (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Words not rituals casual, heart-felt words telling the real story of the greatest sacrifice in all of human history finding ...
A Hot Breakfast (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They, whoever they are, say you should eat a good hot breakfast I don't think they had this in mind ...
Crushed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Crushed Breached Bent Rent Your car Smell of fluids Spilt, spent Cold breath Hung in the air As I searched ...
Trapped by Flames (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
House ablaze, hissing, dying Crimson anguish My daughter upstairs, alone Helpless Firetruck - red, loud, racing, screech HELP ME! MY ...
Half Masts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
Half Staffs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
Frozen Image – v4 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
Cross (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Spreading intersected contrails Like the frost lines off the skates in Fantasia's winter scene Growing, living crystals written on water ...