Saturday, November 08, 2025

Courage to Step Outside #poetry #fear #courage #life #Ukraine #war

Fear wants us to hide, to cower,
to remain cloistered in chains,
to wall off our lives from dangers,
in our bedrooms, our closets,
hidden from the world, the chaos,
the swirling winds around us,
terror screeching in every room
seeking to defeat us, to remain frozen…
 
But we must gather ourselves,
we must open our locked doors,
our hidden demons, this moment,
We must have the courage to step outside
despite the present danger, the risk,
evil that seeks to destroy us…
for life is in the living, the challenge
to plunge out into the world…
 
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November 8, 2025
Courage to Step Outside
 
Erica Kabaeva post on Instagram November 4, 2025:
 
Їду в метро й думаю, як часто ми відкладаємо життя «на потім». Пишу мамі: «Візьми когось із собою і наважся поїхати туди, поки осінь ще така красива, поки в тебе є машина — і натхнення гарантоване». Надсилаю їй кілька локацій, які варто побачити. І додаю фразу, яку, здається, адресую їй: «страх не має часу, а ми маємо обмежений час на цій землі» І далі собі думаю: Страх — це безчасова субстанція. Йому байдуже, скільки тобі років, який сьогодні день і скільки разів ти вже відмовилась від чогось. Він живе поза календарем і годинником. Страх не старіє, не втомлюється, не чекає слушного моменту. Він просто є і завжди зʼявляється, приходить будь-якої миті, коли ти починаєш рухатися і пірнаєш в нове. Але ми не страх. Ми маємо тіло, яке відчуває час. Ми маємо шкіру, яка старіє. Ми маємо дороги, які не чекатимуть, поки ми зберемося. Ми маємо обмежений час, щоб жити, а не просто існувати поруч із власними виправданнями. Страх завжди знайде причину залишитись вдома, але враження від життя не прийде до тих, хто не виходить з дому.
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Instagram English translation:
“Going to the subway and thinking about how often we put life on hold. Writing to my mom: "Take someone with you and dare to go there while autumn is still so beautiful, as long as you have a car - inspiration is guaranteed." Sending her some sites to see. And I add a phrase that I seem to address her: "fear has no time, and we have a limited time on this earth" And I keep thinking to myself: Fear is a timeless substance. He doesn't care how old you are, what day it is, or how many times you've refused. He lives outside a calendar and a clock. Fear does not age, does not get tired, does not wait for the right moment. He just is and always shows up, comes at any moment when you start moving and diving into the new. But we're not afraid. We have a body that feels time. We have skin that is aging. We have roads that will not wait for us to gather. We have a limited time to live, not just exist with our excuses. Fear will always find a reason to stay home, but the experience of life will not come to those who do not leave the house.”
 
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Google Translate:
“I'm riding the subway and thinking about how often we put off life "for later." I write to my mom: "Take someone with you and dare to go there while the autumn is still so beautiful, while you have a car - and inspiration is guaranteed." I send her a few locations worth seeing. And I add a phrase that I seem to be addressing to her: "fear has no time, and we have a limited time on this earth." And then I think to myself: Fear is a timeless substance. It doesn't care how old you are, what day it is, and how many times you've already given up on something. It lives outside the calendar and the clock. Fear doesn't age, doesn't get tired, doesn't wait for the right moment. It simply is and always appears, comes at any moment when you start moving and dive into something new. But we are not fear. We have a body that feels time. We have skin that ages. We have roads that won't wait for us to get together. We have a limited time to live, not just exist alongside our own excuses. Fear will always find a reason to stay home, but the experience of life will not come to those who do not leave their homes.”
 
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Poetry Where You Live.
 
Poetry, fear, courage, life, Ukraine, war,  
 
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Words of Life – v2 #poetry #God #poetryreading #presentation #passion #calling #gifts

Waking with the sunrise
joy, I am above the dirt…
Beautiful flowers beyond my deck,
peace within my heart…
 
The world full of chaos
struggling as it always was,
But smiling through the places
the steps of our walk…
 
People who bring us happiness,
a comedian piercing my sadness…
The hurt that I feel inside
a weight lifted from me…
 
Growing up in the world
moving me to face the truth…
The struggle, the lies,
the things we cannot control…
 
Peace in my spirit,
a humorous attitude…
Joy in each step
at rest in this world…
 
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Edited November 8, 2025
Words of Life – v2
 
Poetry Where You Live presentation
And Nouns, Verbs, and Adjectives activity,
Gandy Allmon Manor,
Greenville, SC
 
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Poetry Where You Live.
 
Poetry, God, Christ, Spirit, grace, poetry reading, presentation, passion, calling, gifts,
 
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Words of Life #poetry #God #poetryreading #presentation #passion #calling #gifts

Waking with the sunrise
Joy, I am above the dirt,
Beautiful flowers beyond my deck…
 
The world full of chaos
Struggling as it always was
But smiling through the places
The steps of our walk…
 
People who bring us happiness,
A comedian piercing my sadness
The hurt that I feel…
 
Growing up in the world
Moving me to face the truth
The struggle, the lies,
The things we cannot control…
 
Peace in my spirit
A humorous attitude
Joy in each step
At rest in this world…
 
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November 7, 2025
Words of Life
 
Poetry Where You Live presentation
And Nouns, Verbs, and Adjectives activity,
Gandy Allmon Manor,
Greenville, SC
 
All of my poems, photographs, and videos are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023, 2024, and 2025. All rights are reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com)  for usage. See my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
 
Poetry, God, Christ, Spirit, grace, poetry reading, presentation, passion, calling, gifts,
 
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Monday, November 03, 2025

tilling the soil – 3 – v4 #farming #confess #repent #amends #God #Spirit #heart

I am in a season of renewal,
of honest exploration within,
of rebirth, of deep healing…
Digging, planting, harvesting,
subsistence farming, starting,
hard scrabble ground, giving,
offering itself to me, slowly,
to the work of my hands,
My moments of being faithful…
 
The soil still unfurrowed, waiting,
needing more attention…
Hard ground giving slowly
spade work, groundwork,
a phrase repeating in my heart
feeling like a failure, forgetting,
falling even farther behind
in the work on my spirit,
My living walk with God…
 
Leaning into the tasks,
the nurturing of the spirit,
of the fertile soil hidden…
Tilling the soil, working,
in the fields, in my heart,
Still more to do to be ready
to be prepared for the call of God
for the heart work, the change,
You lovingly have in store…
 
Slowly, so painfully slowly,
climbing out of my ruts,
ancient coping mechanisms…
Surrendering my will, slowly,
accepting progress, working,
The work You have done already,
Happy for the changes You give me,
that You have given within me…
My Spirit feels Your touch,
Potter of my life…
 
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Edited November 3, 2025
tilling the soil – 3 – v4
 
 
re:generation, Step 9, Amends, Week 2, Small Group meeting September 8, 2025
Edited September 9, 2025
Defiled by my heart – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/09/defiled-by-my-heart-v2.html
Based on Matthew 15:1-20
Sermon, “The Main Thing”
North Hills Church
August 30, 2025
Edited September 9, 2025
Hold my thoughts captive – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/09/hold-my-thoughts-captive-v2.html
September 7, 2025
Men’s Ministries 2026 Planning Meeting
Edited September 6, 2025
Clothe me with Christ – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/09/clothe-me-with-christ-v2.html
Samson Society men’s group meeting
Edited August 12, 2025
on my darkest day – v3
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/08/on-my-darkest-day-v3.html
Discussion topic: “Secrets”
Samson Society men’s group meeting
Summer 2003
sitting in the back pew crying
Edited August 7, 2025
My sin drives the nails
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/08/my-sin-drives-nails.html
re:generation, Step 7, Follow, Week 2, small group discussion
Edited August 7, 2025
the sting of a repeated lie – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/08/the-sting-of-repeated-lie-v2.html
Sharing part of my story with a brother in Christ…
August 3, 2025
I confess my sin
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/08/i-confess-my-sin.html
re:generation, Step 7, Follow, Week 1, Small Group meeting
 
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Poetry, God, Christ, Spirit, grace, regeneration, confess, repent, forgive, secrets,
 
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Sunday, November 02, 2025

each night he flies – v2 #poetry #Ukraine #God #prayer #war #terror #genocide #Russia #peace #victory #TarasShevchenko #Taras #Shevchenko #muse #Ukrainian #glory #serfdom #prison #freedom #independence #history #grave

He does not rest in his grave,
each night, Shevchenko stirs, he rises,
high about the Dnipro, the mighty river…
The Kobzar, the Bard, a living spirit,
watching from the heights,
from his open tomb…
 
Over the great Dnipro,
he soars above the nation
flying above all of Ukraine,
his beloved homeland, his spirit…
From the heights, he watches
his people below…
 
Not held by his earthly tomb,
Like the Siberian fortress,
He rises from the heights,
given dominion over this land…
Allowed to linger with his people,
His beloved Ukraine…
 
The Bard, the Kobzar,
the soul, their conscience,
the Great Grave, their exemplar,
the essence of their culture…
His heart for Ukraine
does not truly rest…
 
Taras is watching, praying,
from the mountain heights,
He rises from his slumber,
to guard his homeland, his people…
His prayer for Ukraine is eternal,
though he long left this life…
 
The soul of the Hetman,
The Bard, their poet,
The embodiment of the
Cossacks, the Kobzars…
The song of his spirit
has never left Ukraine…
 
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Edited November 2, 2025
each night he flies – v2
 
Taras Shevchenko, from his grave in Kaniv, Ukraine, above the Dnipro
Edited October 6, 2025
From the heights, he watches – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/10/from-heights-he-watches-v2.html
Edited October 6, 2025
High upon on mountain – v5
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/10/high-upon-mountain-v5.html
expanding on last stanza of after poem, “The spell has been broken – v4”,
based on Shevchenko’s poems, “The Great Grave”,
“To Marko Vovchok”,
about Maria Markovich,
and “Hosea, Chapter XIV”,
by Taras Shevchenko,
taking his poem into the Ukraine / Russia War
and the bravery of the people of Ukraine now
and the idea that the grave of Taras Shevchenko itself is The Great Grave...
Edited October 6, 2025
The spell has been broken – v5
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/10/the-spell-has-been-broken-v5.html
Edited October 3, 2025
A voice against injustice – v4
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/10/a-voice-against-injustice-v4.html
Poems about Ukraine and the book, The Poet of Ukraine,
about the life and poetry of the Bard of Ukraine, Taras Shevchenko,
which I read after Hurricane Helene,
from 9/29/2024 to 10/13/24
Edited October 3, 2025
Sing to me, Taras – v3
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/10/sing-to-me-taras-v3.html
a prayer to Taras Shevchenko
Edited September 29, 2025
I hear Taras’ whisper to me… - v5
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/09/i-hear-taras-whisper-to-me-v5.html
about Ukrainian poet Taras Shevchenko…
Robert Burns, Mikhail Bulgakov, and Nikolai Gogol…
Robert Frost and Mary Oliver…
 
All of my poems, photographs, and videos are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 202 2022, 2023, 2024, and 2025. All rights are reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for usage. See my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
 
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General Frost, General Winter – v3 #poetry #Ukraine #Russia #Winter #drones #power #heat #gasoline #GeneralFrost #GeneralWinter

Генерал Мороз, Генерал Зима
 
He is no longer a brother, an ally,
He has become an adversary,
the Bear will soon face destruction
in the daunting desert of cold…
 
General Frost, General Winter,
has become their enemy,
the source of their sorrow,
as the lights flicker out,
freezing in the dark…
 
Not like in history, wars of the past,
when Winter was their friend,
the trap of earlier times
when the enemy was beaten by cold…
 
Now, in this moment,
against asymmetrical war,
the vastness of Russia,
the steppes, the cold of Siberia,
General Frost will bring their doom…
 
Every queue for gasoline, for diesel,
Every train fuel that is destroyed,
shattering their sense of security
the barrenness of the cold…
 
Every refinery set ablaze, on fire,
new missile attacks on thermal power
the darkness when the electricity stops,
sets the stage for sorrow, General Frost,
for their quickening death…
 
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Edited November 2, 2025
General Frost, General Winter – v3
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pE1N5V0sz-0
The title is about the Russian winter and its role in
the Great Northern War, the Napoleonic War, and WWII,
and how it may be very different in the Ukraine War,
where Ukraine is using asymmetrical warfare to attack
oil and gas infrastructure rather than invading,
 
All of my poems, photographs, and videos are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 202 2022, 2023, 2024, and 2025. All rights are reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for usage. See my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
 
Poetry, Ukraine, Russia, Winter, General Frost, General Winter, power, heat, gasoline, drones,
 
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