Grasses, Ferns and the Tree Tops (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All of this changing like a cascade of color all variations of greens from the brightest to the warmest alive ...
All of this changing like a cascade of color all variations of greens from the brightest to the warmest alive ...
The necks of the ferns the fiddleheads opening like the wings of butterflies the blood making them rigid the ferns ...
The wellspring of words the sense of the place writing giving me words to speak the source of this space ...
In the mist of the morning moving from side to side the forest revealing its secrets to the staccato of ...
Shining like the morning sun God's favor on us in service, redefined redeemed from our death If we seek justice ...
We each can be Mary coming to believe walking with risen Savior when we come to believe Hearing our master ...
With Christ in the Garden the morning of resurrection alone with the Savior with the risen Christ Pausing in the ...
Seeping into our consciousness the images, the smells the lessons of the cherry blossoms the truths we know so well ...
The sadness heavy hanging down on her a lead cloak draped over her frame Hope turned to sadness weighing her ...
A reminder of mortality in the falling blossoms captured on images the spirit of their nation The ancient screens images ...
In my mind's eye remembering some that I had seen the words on the radio speaking to me In lines ...
Like bolls of color yet falling from the branches the heavy blossoms of the cherry tree Beauty in each cluster ...
Somehow appropriate the imagery of destruction the counterpoint of the blossoms the sacred cherry trees Something precious in the transience ...
Wondering, half a world away what they must be going through coming out of prayers into the square into the ...
The green sky over the water rising from the depth beyond the bright horizon far off to the east After ...
A thought for the morning a prayer of your people sheep gathered together in your house, oh God We gather ...
A prayer for the morning to always and ever to reap from the Spirit sowing seeds of love All in ...
In this holy morning awaking to the realization the birth of our Savior as the Master planned His days scripted ...
The rich color of the oak the leaves before their falling shining in the morning brightly in the sun Like ...
Like the story of Jonah going to the dead swallowed by the moment in the belly of the earth Rising ...
Frost on the fields draped on the weeds the milkweed, the bramble the vines, the reeds casting shadows in the ...
The melting frost ablaze in the warming the wetness of the morning changing the light The ferns turned from green ...
Not so much as water steam, fog rising from waters still in the warming of the morning From frost rising ...
The geese moving not so much with effort like a painting moving overhead on a sheet of glass moving, silently, ...
Rounding the corner under the azure sky the space aglow under the thinning maple a yellow canopy rising, held in ...
Ablaze in the low sun before their dying translucent yellow thin brown page standing at attention catching the light just ...
Each of us may sing offering to God in the colors of our gifts our lives, our service singing your ...
Each of us special a treasure to God each of us serving according to our call Each of us gifted ...
Shining brightly God's glory in our witness praises ever for our savior, our king Sharing our gifts what we have ...
How brightly we shine in our own colors wearing our gifts proudly for God Sharing our stories our coming to ...
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