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Friday, December 08, 2006

Comfort Food

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Dinner after dinner, as the weather changed we enjoyed, were warmed, comforted by staples, meals we love, count on hearty beef stew, shep...
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Cash Customer

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Weekly payments, cash payments for the work performed, day by day helping them and their family, do what is right, funded by cash payment...

A Cold Breeze

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Okay, it felt a lot like a lot more than a cold breeze a frigid arctic blast, more like it, that first early hard cold wind of late fall, ...
Thursday, December 07, 2006

Zipping Her Coat

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An extra precious moment of peace stopping the back and forth of my day crouch down before her, as she adjusts the new backpack on her sm...

Milkweed Bouquet

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Like a bloom of tongues, tasting the fall air, a shepherd’s hook of a milkweed plant heavy pod drawn to the ground hanging ready, ripe, ...

A Swath through the Ice

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There was a scar of dark black brown open water, cut through the thin skin of ice the pond lit by the light light of fall almost winter, ...

She Offered it All

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A glitch in the system a check at the store denied She offered me all, all she had all she had been fingering, playing with in the store...
Wednesday, December 06, 2006

What Mary Said

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She said yes, yes to her God when asked to carry the Son to be mother to her savior, our savior not fearful as she must have been but ce...
Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Elizabeth and Mary

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A filled closed womb the proof for the virgin of the hand of God, the child by the Spirit, now growing within her proven by the child gr...

Dancing Penguins

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She was struck silent, motionless as we entered the grocery store. For a fleeting moment, she was mesmerized, frozen where she stood watc...

A Voice for the Wilderness

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Crying out for the repentance of sin for the way of the Lord, soon to come to fulfill the prophecies, to be Elijah come back to prepare t...
Monday, December 04, 2006

Special Appeal

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We are going to ask the congregation to give to give a little more for the missions we hold dear, the things we feel called to do in min...

Inspired Words

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Words of history, of power his words reminding us of the work to be done, needs yet unmet, vision and calling unfulfilled still in the c...
Sunday, December 03, 2006

A Season of Hope

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We are waiting, expectantly for the coming of the angels, His parents, the shepherds, the animals, the Star, the Babe, and the wise men...

Advent Wreath

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We started a new tradition tonight, after the service, on our table, the table where we sit as a family and say grace, where we share me...

Hidden Deer

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Driving in New England on these fall days with brown oak leaves on the ground of the forests, I keep looking to the woods, hoping, wanting...

The Moon through the Batting

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A quilted sky hung over the moon hiding the full face of it, lit by its glow obscured and translucent the dome of the night sky, awash in...

Antikythera Mechanism

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On 12/1/06, I stumbled on a news story about the Antikythera Mechanism (see generally - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antikythera_mechanism )...

Her Wreath

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A white paper plate, a hole roughly cut out of the middle, with a few haphazardly placed pom poms, in red and green held a simple messag...

Holiday Ties

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They came out of storage, off the rack around my neck, starting today, thirteen, maybe fourteen ties (or at least the ones I’ve found so ...

Waiting and Hoping

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A people waiting, hoping, believing in their covenant with God with the many blessings given by God by the hope they had for a savior, a ...
Saturday, December 02, 2006

Washing His Hands

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Over and over he must have washed his hands trying to remove the stain, the tattoo of innocent blood blood he allowed to be spilt, blood o...

My Father’s Belt

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Fifteen year and more After he is gone, A regular reminder of my father Goes around my waist, through the loops Holding me together, at ...

Before Freezing

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Deep pools of not so still waters Dark water, ready for freezing Kept from doing so by stiff winds Harbingers of winter soon to come Sme...
Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Acquiring Language

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Peeling away the curtain that blocks them from the outside world the world of crickets, of wind, of gulls, of raindrops, of horns and en...

From Solid to Gas

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The tart had been melted before it sat solid in the warmer on the back of the stove She put the tealight under it, lit the small wick A...

A Doppler Greeting

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Crossing the street toward home, I gave a quick thank you to the crossing guard. A small voice growing coming toward me, running, becau...

Pursued, not merely Followed

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What an idea, a gift, a different way of seeing the familiar, the hopeful the treasured scripture He told us that in some translations i...
Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Hearing Their Talking

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It was so easy to appreciate; but so hard to explain No, no, scratch that, the other way around Deaf children speaking; sharing, laugh...

More "Postcard Shots" - Coconut Bay Resort and Spa

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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. A...
Sunday, November 26, 2006

Pilate

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A man of power, without control an inquisitor questioned proconsul rebuked, challenged, An innocent king, brought before him, without s...
Saturday, November 25, 2006

An Earthly King

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If only they understood, really understood that he wasn’t a threat; no, he wasn’t an earthly king though he was flesh and blood. He was he...

Breakfast Party

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A hurried up party in our bed this morning, on top of the comforter, the blanket toy tea set and imaginary orange soda all too real pepp...
Friday, November 24, 2006

Snow in the Trees

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High up at the top of the chairlift at the summit of the mountain, the trees were coated, as with larger amounts of clay with snow and ic...

Sixty-One Years Ago

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At the end of the Thanksgiving service, she shared the affirmation of her call, her turn before the committee, She shared the news with t...

A Walk in Livingston Park

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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 ...

"Postcard Shots" - St. Lucia

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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...
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Running in the Park

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A family of five with three balls, and stomachs still full of turkey, of pancakes, and sausage ran and played together, in the park thi...
Thursday, November 23, 2006

Transfiguration

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Whiter than white, he shone in brilliance, sealing the fulfillment standing with Elijah, with Moses, Peter, James, and John far off, a...

Hallowing the Name

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Holy is the name of God and we are to hallow the name never in vain; never tolerating others who do, without a word Praying, rememberin...

A Lean-to in the Woods

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A bed of pine, corrugated metal for a roof and snow fencing walls A place of refuges out in the woods just up the hill off the path ...

Faithful Frankness

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Over and over, she poured out her heart her pain, her plea, her wish directly, frankly to the Lord, in the temple spilling out her praye...

Threads of Her Journey

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A tapestry is being stitched story by story, step by step, thread by thread Pictures of her life come alive with threads of gold, of si...

After the Turkey

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We sat sated in the den ready for pie; but not quite needing to sit a bit, settle our bloated tummies, because it was after the turkey, ...

Staring into the Flame

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Sitting still, quiet, alone, in the living room of my boyhood alone with my thoughts after the Christmas day watching the flickering, liv...

Scent Memories

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The new candle tarts, ready for the winter season shared by the shopper yesterday, the fruits of her labor, presented one by one so many...

Breaking Camp

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At 1:00 in the morning on a moonlit, starlit night in northern Maine, in the Allagash Wilderness silent strangers, worked together to b...

In the Dark of Night

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A small solitary island without television, phone without running water But it had the call of the loon the splash of bass, the slap of ...

Phosphorescence

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Behind the cruise ship, in the wake a green phosphorescence bubbled and shimmered in the dark of night the white caps and the swells d...

For this we give Thanks

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For this day and for this hour, for the joys of family, and time to spend together for the love we share this Thanksgiving Day across t...

Color of Crime - http://colorofcrime.blogspot.com

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I came across a disturbing blog, "Color of Crime", http://colorofcrime.blogspot.com , which highlights newspaper articles that foc...
Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Romanian Poetry

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Here is another one I landed on last night, "Romanian Poetry", http://romanian-poetry.blogspot.com . It only seems to be just star...

joie de vivre

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I stumbled on this site, "joie de vivre", http://kimberlyapplegate.blogspot.com last night. Very eclectic - a site with paintings...

Giving Thanks

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We gather each year to remember the year gone by the harvest season, the days of thanksgiving the first Thanksgiving, in the cold of New E...

Blood of the Pilgrims

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In my line, my blood, there pulses, course through my veins the blood of those hardy souls, the first Pilgrims, those who lived and died ...

A Prayer of Thanskgiving

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Dear God, I give you thanks for this day, for the days of my life so far and all the future days you will give me; For You, your love ...

Cold this Morning

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It was cold this morning, cut into you cold my open suit coat, thin dress white shirt not quite up to the task, my blood not yet used to...
Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Antartica - http://davidruth.blogspot.com/

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Check out the Blog of Note - "Antartica" - http://davidruth.blogspot.com/ All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2...

A King

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A king, not of this world being baited, tested, by the emissary, the local ruler, representative of the Emperor Would it be sedition and...