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Wednesday, January 04, 2006

A Frozen Prayer

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A prayer hidden and silent Stones submerged by winter’s blanket Covered and cold beneath the grip of frost If they could but speak of th...
Monday, January 02, 2006

Nine Poems for the New Year

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The 9 poems that appear below this message were written sequentially yesterday afternoon and evening. All of my poems are copyrighted by R...

New Snow

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Showers of New Snow Light powder of confectionary sugar Filtered down through the night air On forest and field Oak and pine branch and...

A Journey of Treasure

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Like the Magi, We are each on the journey a quest for the king Ourselves the treasure, the metal, the myrrh, the offering Followi...

River Ice

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High above the reach of the sea, where the brackish water is almost clear, Tectonic plates of ice released by the shore and their breth...

Barefoot on Holy Ground

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Can you picture the scene – a bush with living fire dancing on the skin of the leaves A fire without loss Part of the miraculous, the p...

Weir

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A fence of wattles Placed just so in the mud shaped in labyrinth out in the current by the landing, in the channel An old fashioned to...

Masks of Necessity

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Grown child, where is your laughter? Do you laugh, smile, cheer in the song of the wind, the leap of the sun the squeal of your little gi...

Spawned Salmon

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Lost past exhaustion she floated, lapping the shore with the wind and tide Completed, her journey done, spent Returning to dust, as we all m...

A Field of Scat

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Late January, in the cold clear wood Boots crunch through layers of snow and ice Breath catches in beard and scarf Freezing in the air b...

Discernment

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Listening for that still quiet voice that inner calm, a certainty A welling up of a thought, an idea the manifestation of a dream unspok...
Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Sky Mountains

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A range of mountains Hues of plum, rose, and rust hover above the terrestrial hills cloaked in winter’s gray, brown, and white shapes frozen...
Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Four Walls

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From tabernacle to temple to the tablets of our hearts mapping the four walls, the roof and foundation, the home of God Now and before ...

Our Silent Night

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A hush fell over the congregation lights dimmed, cloaking us all A glow grew, pew by pew Candles clutched be each one, in wonder The hy...

Frozen Fog

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Early Sunday morning leaving the highway Sparkles off the shoulder draw our gaze Light refracting and pulsing new frost clinging shru...
Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Windward Dawn

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We were alone with our thoughts Warm breezes off the southerly ocean murmur of sea foam on a soft expanse of sand a solitary couple, alon...
Thursday, December 08, 2005

Memories in the Stillness

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When we let the moments of stillness bleed into us, they are there forever, to recall, even if ephemerally. It is being in the moment, A...
Wednesday, December 07, 2005

The Holy Continuum

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Stare Decisis From the Beginning He was the Word From Abraham to Moses to David and the prophets The Law, to guide human behavior Can...
Monday, November 07, 2005

Daily Bread

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I was fed at your table today the bread and wine nourished me Quelled my heart’s hunger and stilled my spirit in three services in your ...

Covenants

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Words of heart and hope shared and pondered as brothers and sisters in praise and prayer tonight Our church owning our commitment to G...
Saturday, November 05, 2005

Miranda purred

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Miranda purred a greeting, “Good morning sexy lady” to my beautiful Ruth that morning after sunrise Forward in her youth, happy to see...

Warm Rain

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She stood there still at the rail at the edge of our balcony our room in our slice of paradise The warm Caribbean rain shower sparkled...

Stealth Deer

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Just off the road Summer dusk in the northern woods the eyes of the deer caught for an instant in the light of the high beams Before m...

A Cathedral of Pine

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On a floor of needles and leaves I sat in a cathedral of pine Five trees encircled my prayer Limbs knitted like arms wrapped around my r...

Grandpa

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Smell of oil, of chlorine Burn the nose of this six year old My grandfather in his domain At the Y, where the guests never see A handym...

Sunapee Street

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Rug covered stairs a landing above me a place for the lead toy soldiers, the ceramic cat, small bottles Playing by myself in my grandp...

Laughing in the Rain

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No one’s timetable governed our steps up with the first light long before the sun rose over the slate blue ocean Wandering between pal...

Café du Monde

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A plate of small hot beignets coated in a snow squall of light powdered sugar a dense cup of oh so hot coffee with chicory at 3:00am,...
Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Pumpkin Massacre

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He had a knife! a willing accomplice and three accessories before the fact They didn't stand a chance, their four young victims th...

Haddock Sky

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Layers of clouds grays and white living sky with rich visual texture Rippled screens of space like the flesh of haddock steaks overlaid...
Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Framed Spaces

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A row of picture frames descends the stairway from the upstairs to the living room Four images frozen in time preserved and presented f...
Monday, October 03, 2005

School Picture Day - 9/30/05 (photos by Ruth)

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All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All ri...
Thursday, September 29, 2005

Fresh Harvest - Peppers picked at the Woodman Horticultural Farm, UNH, Durham, NH - 9/28/05

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All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All ri...
Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Muses of Spain

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Was it the warm winds down from the Pyrenees Or maybe Poseidon's breath off the Mediterranean That stirred the Spanish Muses, Who whi...
Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Bumble Bee

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All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All r...

In His Time

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I am waiting on the Lord For his answer to prayer In His Time; Not my own Human passions And concerns Of providing for a family Of p...
Friday, September 23, 2005

400 POEMS

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With the last post, I have now put 400 of my poems on this site. All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 20...

Before the Baling

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After the cutting before the baling a working field waits for the late harvest Narrow rows of green, turning to gray, course over the...