In the Shoot of Spring (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the shoot of spring the budding of the flower in the first bit of green rising from the dirt ...
In the shoot of spring the budding of the flower in the first bit of green rising from the dirt ...
In this world of illusion of lies of self-reliance of the shoulder to the wheel and lifting up our own ...
In their fragrance and colors the flowers of her gardens defining her in some ways the beauty that she treasures ...
Seemingly wet, alive dripping, overflowing saturated with new color each flower giving, sharing pouring out, into the wings more than ...
More than the words on the page trying to bring them there the moment in my hushed office feeling her ...
Rushing to school, not late but not early walking purposefully to make it to the bus on time Seeing the ...
On this morning a hint of the winter just ended the cold snap of the air yet giving way changing ...
The swan boats motionless the pond turning to a mud flat the flowers, tulips shimmering in yellows, oranges, and reds ...
A fleeting image of freesia flickering to life for an instant flashing onto the screen So much of the beauty ...
I thought to think about the words of the boy What would the world be like if there no wind ...
Seed of God, spirit of Christ grow in my I pray that I may flower, that I may be worthy ...
The elegant maple arms, almost equal an arc, a spray of flowers, a bow, curved against the sky arms of ...
Like the marigolds, the flowers before them His cross shining round the clock, offering his light, ever present, to the ...
She asked the children, "what do the flowers and the birds have in common?" a question for a lesson in ...
As if in the breeze, stopping even momentarily able to see the movement of their arms swaying in the morning ...
As the flower to the sun, so may we ever be yearning for the Son July 4, 2009 the flowers ...
They had a little longer walk today to stop in wonder at the beauty along our way to see the ...
Just back from lunch with my wife. Getting back to work on a very rainy day. the sound of it ...
At the base of the fir the thick trunk a single thistle growing up between the roots strong, thorny, green ...
Her story ended as it began, with hope, but with certainly while living with cancer, an affirmation, a belief, praise ...
Fingers of silver ribbon gently, subtly swaying moving ever so slightly spring rain glistening on the ribbons of the crocus ...
Killing frost, limp dead petals; but pockets of color, of life remaining defying the date, the cold, the frost living ...
Grace is an experience imparted through us, recognized all around, in the sunset, in a loving touch, in the rain, ...
Among the seeds, planted in the garden watered with the flowers, vegetables unwanted weeds, rocks of differing sizes, shapes unplanted, ...
more precious, more beautiful than gold, any fabric made by human hands the lilies of the field, the flowers of ...
Clothed in glory the flowers of creation, subtle or vibrant Holy fabric, knitted by the creator to clothe the grasses, ...
This morning, that spring morning light, something special, magical, the low dim, soft light illumining the treetops, the nascent buds, ...
Little bits of memories, most over forty years old bouncing up against one another spilling into my present consciousness a ...
For a few days, wonderful days this was our island, a refuge, a retreat escape from the day to day, ...
She was a little late for the service, for the wedding lucky for me, we were already wed This day ...
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