A Hidden Bloom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The rich, full, round rhododendron bloom hidden, nestled snug behind the yew, full green deep forest, radiant chartreuse where the ...
The rich, full, round rhododendron bloom hidden, nestled snug behind the yew, full green deep forest, radiant chartreuse where the ...
Laughing, we ran on the hot sand The damp beach under our feet The glistening ocean before us The girl ...
Here, right where I live where I work, where I toil, where we worship, where my wife, my girls are ...
Like more shoots, green, growing rising up in my garden Greater numbers filling the pews, the sanctuary vivid proof of ...
To understand, the real weight the gravity of his act, we must return As we return to Bethlehem, as we ...
so much, truth in the line cut from his words, his musings, a phrase, a thought so real, acknowledged, our ...
Nothing, nothing of God by myself, my hands, my voice, my feet, my all as if a glove, sitting on ...
Oh Lord, give me hands to use, for your purposes, your calling to me, Give me a spirit of caring, ...
The warmth of your hands the feel of your touch, your care your strength, your love turning the wheel, the ...
All he gave, for us, heavenly living, for a manger bed, angels at his beck and call for sheep, for ...
Lifting his cup, the cup of servanthood taking on his yoke, our cross lifting him up, carrying his cross with ...
The bitter cup, more bitter than hemlock, the cup of sacrifice lifted to his lips, an act of obedience of ...
The bread, the wine, the cross before us on the altar, that cross, the stained glass reminders, with the words ...
The hope of America, in the words of liberty the hope of a new life, in freedom "Give us your ...
Scattering joy like seeds, this is how I feel, sharing the words these gifts I am given by the Lord ...
We added words, one by one onto the blackboard at the front of the classroom little arms raised in the ...
Worshipping you, with my hands, with my feet, with my voice against injustice, my words of your love the poems ...
There is poetry where you live in the real-time, living of our lives little bits of grace, of beauty, of ...
I have been thinking about his. So many of my poems, about God the possessive is his A father God, ...
Which is the holy ground, when is the ground holy a place to take off my sandals, to walk barefoot ...
Each moment, each thought, each image before our eyes magical seconds, instances of time revelations of God's grace present now, ...
Treasures of the king given to us, without merit, not earned gifts of grace, each day, given to us by ...
Each poem, each bit of verse given to me, knitted together each poem posted, to the world a seed planted ...
Not a photograph, with poetic tones, that was a bit lyrical, though I have seen them She gave me a ...
The message is unknown; unimportant He spoke with authority. Now that was the thing The real message in the Word ...
Each poem, each post, each email send out into the ether, the internet, the realm of cyberspace, each one a ...
His turn around the table to share what he is thankful for this Thanksgiving season, this year A simple thanksgiving ...
Writing is so much about seeing the words, the constellations, points of light against the black sky, the mind's eye ...
When I started, a little more than a year ago, I had no idea, no thought, that I would be ...
random connection to long forgotten facts scraps of thoughts deep within my consciousness triggered by a word, a conversation, music, ...
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