Feeling the Presence of God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Even when we are distant questioning the nature of our creator unable to fathom the world the suffering of this ...
Even when we are distant questioning the nature of our creator unable to fathom the world the suffering of this ...
Not in capriciousness the randomness of fate but when why has no answer how we all can truly relate Wondering ...
Toiling with Job walking on the earth searching for the answer to why yet nothing there sufficient in my mortal ...
Little comfort in the scriptures except in the abstract the real-world issues staring us in the face Trial in the ...
In so many ways, trying to be faithful living a devoted life grateful for God's grace Struggling as Job did ...
In this journey the walk on this earth wanting answers for questions great and small Many times, however, there are ...
His grace alone sufficient our only hope in him otherwise the struggles more than we can handle walking here on ...
Hopefully not going as far as he did in the later chapters not pushing the creator so that He would ...
If we slow our reading and treasure all the words learning from a righteous man who stumbled before God Taking ...
I brought one of my canoe paddles to the poetry presentation at school passing it around in the classroom watching ...
The rose shears moving quickly I gathered the sprigs of lilacs from all over the yard Moving quickly to gather ...
The lilacs illumined in the morning sun hard to describe the color so soft, finely spun Blue, not purple like ...
If we believe follow the words of our faith honoring our savior loving walking in his steps Assured of salvation ...
A knowing of our lives the talents and strengths our histories and beliefs guiding us from within By the spirit's ...
Like looking inside a Faberge Like a living foundry of Hell the maw of the oven glowing orange and red ...
The stirring of emotion of the wisdom of the young recognizing the sacrifice of our sons and daughters of our ...
As we look at human history in every era, every nation each one claiming Christ as we went into battle ...
Dark arms of wood short legged, as we are sitting empty in the living room the place of her blue ...
Oh Lord, let me ever be mindful not the cross, but your cross that I approach, your cross that you ...
When words will not come unsure what to pray for save for, that your will be done Silent in praying ...
Not rigid poles, marking the ends, of a line static and unchanging a yes or a no situation in clear ...
Words without rhyme or meter flowing out, into the ether stones cast, ripples on the waves out into the seas ...
Creation, all that God created given to us, placed into our hands to be cherished and cared for each of ...
ever may I be able to proclaim my clay still wet still sitting on the potter's wheel feeling the touch ...
Trying to land, to go from one spot to another seeking to join from point to point when baby steps ...
In colors and in gradations changing the shades of gray letting go of the black and white the need to ...
Each a separate star in the sky, a thread in the tapestry the gifts I feel called to share a ...
In casting the seeds the stones, the words into the ground, the sea ripples touching distant shores but sometimes returning ...
Not poles on a line static and unchanging a yes or a no in black and white Not even arcs ...
In the rush of the world the busy, taking time days flying by, panic caught in the whirlwind Needing to ...
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