Showing posts with label veteran. Show all posts
Showing posts with label veteran. Show all posts

Thursday, October 09, 2014

to God the credit – v2

to God the credit
praise for everything
God’s hand on creation
the days of our lives
thanks on the journey
joy even in struggles
life ever richer
with Christ by our side

to God the credit
the praise forever
God sovereign over all
we worship, we pray
to God, the Creator,
we choose to follow
our Savior’s call


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edited October 9, 2014
to God the credit – v2
October 9, 2014
to God the credit

Ephesians 5:19 (NIV)
Ephesians 5:19-20
devotion “Knowing God”
devotion by Miyoko Hikiji
Upper Room Daily Devotional
for October 3, 2014
read October 8, 2014

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 32,710+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

to God the credit

to God the credit
praise for everything
God’s hand on creation
the days of our lives
thanks on the journey
joy even in struggles
life ever richer
with Jesus by our side


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edited October 9, 2014
to God the credit – v2
October 9, 2014
to God the credit

Ephesians 5:19 (NIV)
Ephesians 5:19-20
devotion “Knowing God”
devotion by Miyoko Hikiji
Upper Room Daily Devotional
for October 3, 2014
read October 8, 2014

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 32,710+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

A Cigarette Butt – v2

It was the incongruity
drawing my eyes, to focus,
the foreign color, out of place
no longer in the desert,
Iraq or Afghanistan, in country
sand camouflage on the Humvee
merging with me, on the city street
rimmed with dirty white
snow piles, days after the storm

He was in the Hummer
in my rearview
Guard fatigues, short, just-cut hair
A butt cupped, awkwardly
in his hand, as if
hiding the glowing tip
from sniper fire
outside the Green Zone
in downtown Baghdad.

I wonder if he knows
what it looks like, out of place,
to an observer, in the rearview.
Had he lived that life
when a dim cigarette ember
could have cost him his life?
Would he have to go back
for another tour of duty;
would it even matter anymore?


edited June 25, 2014
A Cigarette Butt – v2
March 7, 2008
A Cigarette Butt
Canal Street,
Manchester, NH

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 30,710+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

A Cigarette Butt

It was the incongruity
the foreign color, out of place
sand camouflage on the Humvee
merging with me, on the city street
rimmed with dirty white
snow piles, days after the storm
He was in the Hummer
in my rearview
Guard fatigues, short, just-cut hair
A butt cupped, awkwardly
in his hand, as if
hiding the glowing tip
from sniper fire
outside the Green Zone
in downtown Baghdad.
I wonder if he knows
what it looks like
to an observer, in the rearview.
Had he lived that life
when a dim cigarette ember
could have cost him his life?
Would he have to go back?

March 7, 2008
Canal Street, Manchester, NH


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 30,710+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.