I Believe in the Holy Spirit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I believe, I have seen, I have witnesses the Holy Spirit, alive, living in me, in answer to prayer, in ...
I believe, I have seen, I have witnesses the Holy Spirit, alive, living in me, in answer to prayer, in ...
Lord, I ask, I pray The words in the poems the words I put onto the page the lines of ...
There was a smile waiting for me on my arrival, taking a break a smile waiting for me at the ...
Answering the welcome of the father the ever present welcome and offer of justifying grace when we make the conscious ...
God sets out a welcome a bountiful front porch expansive and always present a front porch, maybe with a homemade ...
In the beginning there was God's love upon this strong foundation, this rock, all else stands God's love, His ever ...
By the fire, crackling sparks, living flame, licked the wood dancing before the starlight before the pine forest, beyond the ...
In living in the Master's house, we grow, or hopefully so, perfecting ourselves, in our walk finding our place, our ...
A different walk now on Turtle Island, her people's name for this land of my ancestors too generations long past; ...
A little rain wasn't going to stop us we were there to scrape, to prime the house to help out, ...
A pure clear Maine sky opened above us, as the fire died, the cabin lights dimmed. We watched planes, satellites, ...
"Ladder, Ladder!" a phrase to which I became accustomed Being beseeched in Spanish The Pastor and the Pilgrim in service ...
Mmmm. good. Large, cold, turkey legs. finger food, caveman style. Laughing, the three of us as we held them high. ...
Through the woods, dense around em walking to the camp A joy in the solitude, footsteps on the soft dirt ...
Drinking the living water of life, refreshed by the Savior. Like plants reborn in the desert after rain we are ...
We all took tentative, cautious steps into the icy sea Unsure of the wisdom of our temporary sojourn walking out ...
Please, oh please catch it (and not wear it) So were the thoughts rushing through my mind as I played ...
Told by her, in her language our story, of all people around the fire, in the circle The meaning within ...
On our mission trip, At the camp, each swear costs a quarter. On our job, "spider" is a swear. "Thousands" ...
Christianity is a team sport, so the pastor said that morning from the pulpit. Sometimes it can feel lonely, different ...
A pastor asked me to think about, write about ponder the decision the change in course inexorably to the edge ...
Ishmael, oh Ishmael set down the rock Isaac, oh Isaac drop your sword. For as you do, so do your ...
He was our cantor, modeling the responsive lines to his homily on faith. Echoing, joining him, in remembering the mantra ...
No last supper, no holy meal, a foot washing, instead servanthood to the last washing their feet as a slave, ...
Universal love No one should be judged Invited by the Creator Teach community Yearn for oneness with all March 4, ...
It's snowing now as I write this note. Little temporal curtains of snow like pages of paper which materialize and ...
One of the amazing things in writing the poems, the posts for this blog, the numbers of lives touched people ...
Dear God, I give you thanks for this day, for the days of my life so far and all the ...
There is Hope in the words of my poems, your words shared with me, my fingers on the keyboard flowing ...
It is funny; feels strange being so exposed, so public so many poems, so many thoughts, passions, ideas, blurted out ...
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