The Layers of Fruit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Bound by the season the layers of fruit when I am making the salad but making it work Layers to ...
Bound by the season the layers of fruit when I am making the salad but making it work Layers to ...
The ripe apples snapping in my mouth the fresh juice tart to the taste hungry for the sharp cheddar pungent ...
Placed in a foreign country in some sense exile witnesses to God's love to offer his grace the mercy of ...
In words conveying the image the way something feels in words of texture helping to make it real Sharing in ...
Trying to capture the moments the sensory overloads Real and alive dripping with emotion So much of what I am ...
In their color in their texture in the grace of their motions sharing what I am feeling in the words ...
All of us teachers lifelong learners on a wondrous journey all of our days to be living lessons embodiments of ...
Colossians 3:12-17: Lessons, tools teachings of the apostle believing enough to turn from his path offering his life a living ...
In emptying myself abandoning guile, the sense of my innate worth empty without you The source of all good even ...
God as the Father and Christ as the son each of them suffering that day on the cross God in ...
There on the mountain Christ coming to rest the disciples coming to him sitting on the lawn outside, under the ...
In no way separated our division by right given by the creator the freedom of all mankind on earth Coming ...
The clutter of our lives the little things in the way obscuring our vision our eyes off the prize Losing ...
Our savior with us walking this earth humbled, emptied giving up his throne for the manger living as the lamb ...
Sometimes hesitant sitting fitfully hesitant to come not yet ready that moment too some called to come, forward falling at ...
How briefly the candle burned only a whisper time fleetingly revealed, praised jeered, tortured our savior going, though willingly at ...
Not really a season a brief moment a whisper of time only Long enough for memory but the taste still ...
Entering the small sanctuary the dome of the roof the bright sun shining within the sacred space Feeling the elders ...
The sentence spoken written as well creating word pictures senses of taste and smell my mouth watering my goose bumps ...
we come to you on bended knees more in our struggles than our joy we come to you oh God ...
Feeling a sense of ache, pain something missing in this life a hole where there shouldn't be one not from ...
Oh man! Nothing Mom and Dad were away; I had such big plans Four kinds of ice cream, scooped, melting ...
The rose shears moving quickly I gathered the sprigs of lilacs from all over the yard Moving quickly to gather ...
Feeling a sense doubly blessed all of the joy the wonderment fulfillment of covenant coming before God under the winter ...
Something to learn the intricacy of their language scent messages blowing in the wind Smells, not words chemical conversation scent, ...
Even in driving by feeling the sense of relief Letting them rest the dead buried in the ground covering their ...
In secret, and in darkness the storm cloud more than gathering Christ before the Sanhedrin scheming to put him to ...
The beauty of the ordered world the turn of the growing leaf the whisper in the wind bright sunshine on ...
All of them, each one all who have gone before us in some sense, all of them living by their ...
A sketch, a photograph an image caught in my memory brought forth from my mind just as real, to me ...
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