Wednesday, November 12, 2025

Courage to Step Outside – v2 #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 screeches in every room
sirens of chaos, destruction, the enemy,
seeking to defeat us, to terrorize,
to bind us, to remain frozen…
 
But we must gather ourselves,
we must be open, raw, transparent…
we must open our locked doors,
our hidden demons, this moment,
everything on the table, exposed…
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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Edited November 12, 2025
Courage to Step Outside – v2
 
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.
Original
 
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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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Edited November 11, 2025
You are that book – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/11/you-are-that-book-v2.html
Erica Kabaeva post on Instagram November 10, 2025
https://www.instagram.com/p/DQ3pGqmDMHc
 
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, fear, courage, life, Ukraine, war,  
 
#poetry #fear #courage #life #Ukraine #war

Tuesday, November 11, 2025

You are that book – v2 #poetry #fear #courage #life #Ukraine #war

You are that book,
that living means of grace,
your story is being written
in the Book of Life…
 
You are your own hope
shining in this darkness
your authentic witness
touches people’s lives…
 
You are the lens, the prism,
through which you see the present
the evolving reality,
the pain, the joy right now…
 
Your past is the context, experience,
for your hopes and fears
unfolding in real-time
as close as breath…
 
You must embrace
your history, your journey
the steps that lie before you,
trusting in God above…
 
Live in this moment,
this holy now, today,
but dip your cup in memory,
life will show you the way…
 
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Edited November 11, 2025
You are that book – v2
 
November 10, 2025
You are that book
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/11/you-are-that-book.html
Erica Kabaeva post on Instagram November 10, 2025
https://www.instagram.com/p/DQ3pGqmDMHc :
Заходжу в книжковий магазин з трохи похмурим обличчям.
— Вітаю, — усміхнено зустрічає консультантка. — Щось підказати?
Я вагаюся лише мить.
— Так… я шукаю полички, де зберігаються книги про усвідомлення. І про любов. І про відповідальність. І відвагу. І чуйність. І взаєморозуміння. І чесність. У вас є такі розділи? Такі, де можна знайти… все це?
Пауза.
— А ще… чи можна залишити свій досвід? Як у книгообміні. Щоб інші могли відчути, що ним можна поділитися.
Вона дивиться на мене так, ніби я щойно відчинила двері і в її внутрішній всесвіт теж.
— Пані… — усміхається легким здивуванням. — З таким запитом до нас ніхто не приходив. І, чесно кажучи, книга, яку ви шукаєте… наврядчи буде написана про все це. Але я знаю місце, де ви зможете її… зустріти. Ходімте.
Вона веде мене крізь вузький коридор у маленьку кімнату. Там сидять люди — переважно старшого віку. П’ють чай, тримають у руці вафельні цукерки. І кожен спілкується один з одним про те, що прожили. Обмінюються досвідом, як інші — книжками: ставлять один одному запитання, відповідають, сміються, зізнаються, відкриваються. І цей гомін накриває мене легким потрясінням.
Я озираюся на консультантку.
— Дякую вам...
Вона простягає мені чашку кави, забирає моє пальто і жестом показує: вперед — занурюйся.
І я розумію:
коли шукаєш полицю, де розкладені сенси — життя саме відкриває тобі двері в кімнату, де люди зберігають власні історії.
Там, знання проживають, але прочитати їх не можна.
Там, де ти можеш віддати своє — і взяти у відповідь щось по-справжньому важливе.
Фото архівні
Original
 
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Google Translate:
I enter the bookstore with a slightly gloomy face.
— Hello, — the consultant greets me with a smile. — Anything I can suggest?
 
I hesitate for just a moment.
— Yes… I’m looking for the shelves that hold books about awareness. And about love. And about responsibility. And courage. And empathy. And mutual understanding. And honesty. Do you have such sections? The ones where you can find… all of this?
Pause.
— And also… can I leave my experience? Like in a book exchange. So that others can feel that it can be shared.
 
She looks at me as if I’ve just opened the door to her inner universe too.
— Madam… — she smiles with slight surprise. — No one has ever come to us with such a request. And, to be honest, the book you’re looking for… is unlikely to be written about all of this. But I know a place where you can… meet it. Let’s go.
 
She leads me through a narrow corridor into a small room. There are people sitting there, mostly older. They are drinking tea, holding wafer sweets in their hands. And everyone is talking to each other about what they have experienced. They are exchanging experiences, like others do with books: they ask each other questions, answer, laugh, confess, open up. And this hubbub covers me with a slight shock.
 
I look back at the consultant.
— Thank you...
 
She hands me a cup of coffee, takes my coat and gestures: go ahead — dive in.
 
And I understand:
when you are looking for a shelf where meanings are laid out — life itself opens the door to you into a room where people keep their own stories.
There, knowledge lives, but you cannot read it.
Where you can give yours — and receive something truly important in return.
 
------------
and earlier poem based on her earlier post:
November 8, 2025
Courage to Step Outside
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/11/courage-to-step-outside.html
Erica Kabaeva post on Instagram November 4, 2025
 
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, fear, courage, life, Ukraine, war,  
 
#poetry #fear #courage #life #Ukraine #war

Monday, November 10, 2025

You are that book #poetry #fear #courage #life #Ukraine #war

You are that book
your story being written
you are your own hope
shining in this darkness…

You are the lens, the prism,
through which you see the present
your past is the context, experience,
for your hopes and fears…

You must embrace
your history, your journey,
live in this moment,
this holy now…

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November 10, 2025
You are that book
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/11/you-are-that-book.html
Erica Kabaeva post on Instagram November 10, 2025
https://www.instagram.com/p/DQ3pGqmDMHc:
Заходжу в книжковий магазин з трохи похмурим обличчям.
— Вітаю, — усміхнено зустрічає консультантка. — Щось підказати?
Я вагаюся лише мить.
— Так… я шукаю полички, де зберігаються книги про усвідомлення. І про любов. І про відповідальність. І відвагу. І чуйність. І взаєморозуміння. І чесність. У вас є такі розділи? Такі, де можна знайти… все це?
Пауза.
— А ще… чи можна залишити свій досвід? Як у книгообміні. Щоб інші могли відчути, що ним можна поділитися.
Вона дивиться на мене так, ніби я щойно відчинила двері і в її внутрішній всесвіт теж.
— Пані… — усміхається легким здивуванням. — З таким запитом до нас ніхто не приходив. І, чесно кажучи, книга, яку ви шукаєте… наврядчи буде написана про все це. Але я знаю місце, де ви зможете її… зустріти. Ходімте.
Вона веде мене крізь вузький коридор у маленьку кімнату. Там сидять люди — переважно старшого віку. П’ють чай, тримають у руці вафельні цукерки. І кожен спілкується один з одним про те, що прожили. Обмінюються досвідом, як інші — книжками: ставлять один одному запитання, відповідають, сміються, зізнаються, відкриваються. І цей гомін накриває мене легким потрясінням.
Я озираюся на консультантку.
— Дякую вам...
Вона простягає мені чашку кави, забирає моє пальто і жестом показує: вперед — занурюйся.
І я розумію:
коли шукаєш полицю, де розкладені сенси — життя саме відкриває тобі двері в кімнату, де люди зберігають власні історії.
Там, знання проживають, але прочитати їх не можна.
Там, де ти можеш віддати своє — і взяти у відповідь щось по-справжньому важливе.
Фото архівні
Original
 
----------------
Google Translate:
I enter the bookstore with a slightly gloomy face.
— Hello, — the consultant greets me with a smile. — Anything I can suggest?
 
I hesitate for just a moment.
— Yes… I’m looking for the shelves that hold books about awareness. And about love. And about responsibility. And courage. And empathy. And mutual understanding. And honesty. Do you have such sections? The ones where you can find… all of this?
Pause.
— And also… can I leave my experience? Like in a book exchange. So that others can feel that it can be shared.
 
She looks at me as if I’ve just opened the door to her inner universe too.
— Madam… — she smiles with slight surprise. — No one has ever come to us with such a request. And, to be honest, the book you’re looking for… is unlikely to be written about all of this. But I know a place where you can… meet it. Let’s go.
 
She leads me through a narrow corridor into a small room. There are people sitting there, mostly older. They are drinking tea, holding wafer sweets in their hands. And everyone is talking to each other about what they have experienced. They are exchanging experiences, like others do with books: they ask each other questions, answer, laugh, confess, open up. And this hubbub covers me with a slight shock.
 
I look back at the consultant.
— Thank you...
 
She hands me a cup of coffee, takes my coat and gestures: go ahead — dive in.
 
And I understand:
when you are looking for a shelf where meanings are laid out — life itself opens the door to you into a room where people keep their own stories.
There, knowledge lives, but you cannot read it.
Where you can give yours — and receive something truly important in return.
 
------------
and earlier poem based on her earlier post:
November 8, 2025
Courage to Step Outside
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/11/courage-to-step-outside.html
Erica Kabaeva post on Instagram November 4, 2025
 
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, fear, courage, life, Ukraine, war,  
 
#poetry #fear #courage #life #Ukraine #war

Sunday, November 09, 2025

the ruin of his country – v4 #poetry #Ukraine #God #prayer #war #terror #genocide #Russia #peace #victory #TarasShevchenko #Taras #Shevchenko #muse #Ukrainian #glory #serfdom #prison #freedom #independence #history

the ruin of his country,
the scorched earth of Russia,
under the boot of oppression…
the sovereign, their masters,
ruling with an iron fist…
 
the plight of his people,
enslaved by the madman,
crushed by their fate, serfdom…
not a brother, no compassion,
just held in their brutal grip…
 
the ruin of his country,
of his homeland, his people,
manifest in their slavery…
the menace of the Moskals,
the cruel Tsar in St. Petersburg…
 
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Edited November 9, 2025
the ruin of his country – v4
 
after poem “the ruin of his country”, based on the poems,
“The Dream” and “The Great Grave”, by Taras Shevchenko
Written and posted September 30, 2024
the ruin of his country
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/10/the-ruin-of-his-country.html
 
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, God, prayer, war, terror, genocide, Russia, peace, victory, Taras Shevchenko, Ukrainian, freedom, independence, history, glory, serfdom, muse, prison,
 
#poetry #Ukraine #God #prayer #war #terror #genocide #Russia #peace #victory #TarasShevchenko #Taras #Shevchenko #muse #Ukrainian #glory #serfdom #prison #freedom #independence #history 

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…
 
---------------
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.
Original
 
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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.”
 
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, fear, courage, life, Ukraine, war,  
 
#poetry #fear #courage #life #Ukraine #war

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
 
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,
 
#poetry #God #poetryreading #presentation #passion #calling #gifts
 

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…
 
====
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,
 
#poetry #God #poetryreading #presentation #passion #calling #gifts

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
 
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.
 
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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…
 
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poetry, Ukraine, God, prayer, war, terror, genocide, Russia, peace, victory, Taras Shevchenko, Ukrainian, freedom, independence, history, glory, pain, serfdom, muse, prison, grave,
 
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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,
 
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Poetry Where You Live.
 
Poetry, Ukraine, Russia, Winter, General Frost, General Winter, power, heat, gasoline, drones,
 
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Friday, October 31, 2025

“I am thy salvation” – v2 #poetry #God #Christ #Spirit #regeneration #Psalm35

Oh, Pray over me, Lord,
say unto my soul,
to my inward spirit,
“I am thy salvation,
your hope for eternal life…
 
Though my enemies may attack me,
though I struggle in this darkness…
Have mercy upon me, Lord,
remind me of Your nearness,
that You are as close as breath…
 
Oh, Say ever more powerfully,
“I am thy salvation”…
Draw me to You, Jesus,
Reconcile me to You…
Guide my stumbling steps…
 
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Edited October 31, 2025
“I am thy salvation” – v2
 
Based on #Psalm35:3b
Based on Psalm 35:1-18
regeneration, Step 12, “Regeneration”, Week 1, Large group meeting
Edited October 30, 2025
whisper to me in the night – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/10/whisper-to-me-in-night-v2.html
regeneration, Step 12, “Regeneration”, Week 1, Large group meeting
October 14, 2025
even as we hope in You
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/10/even-as-we-hope-in-you.html
Based on Psalm 33:10-22
regeneration, Step 11, “Intimacy”, Week 1, Large group meeting
September 22, 2025
confess freely
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/09/confess-freely.html
Based on Psalm 32
regeneration, Step 10, Continue, Week 1, Large group meeting
 
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, Regeneration, Psalm 35,
 
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Thursday, October 30, 2025

whisper to me in the night - v2 #poetry #God #Christ #Spirit #regeneration #Psalm35

sing to my struggling heart,
Breathe Your peace within me,
whisper to me in the night,
when I feel far from You…
speak a prayer over me, Lord,
to calm my troubled spirit,
offer me greater touch,
how I long to be near…
 
do not forget me, Lord,
in my times of trial,
when I am wandering,
Say unto my soul,
“I am thy salvation”…
breathe that assurance
Your peace beyond understanding,
into me ever deeper…
 
grant me rest in my being,
within in my soul, my spirit,
a peace that I cannot comprehend,
even in seasons of betrayal
when my enemies attack…
Rest Your hand upon me, Lord,
Speak Your words of love over me,
oh, yes, be my salvation…
 
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Edited October 30, 2025
whisper to me in the night – v2
 
Based on #Psalm35:3b
Based on Psalm 35:1-18
regeneration, Step 12, “Regeneration”, Week 1, Large group meeting
October 28, 2025
“I am thy salvation”
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/10/i-am-thy-salvation.html
regeneration, Step 12, “Regeneration”, Week 1, Large group meeting
October 14, 2025
even as we hope in You
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/10/even-as-we-hope-in-you.html
regeneration, Step 11, “Intimacy”, Week 1, Large group meeting
September 22, 2025
confess freely
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/09/confess-freely.html
Based on Psalm 32
regeneration, Step 10, Continue, Week 1, Large group meeting
 
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, Regeneration, Psalm 35,
 
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Tuesday, October 28, 2025

whisper to me in the night #poetry #God #Christ #Spirit #regeneration #Psalm35

whisper to me in the night,
when I feel far from You…
speak a prayer over me, Lord,
to calm my troubled spirit…
 
say unto my soul,
“I am thy salvation”…
breathe that assurance
into me ever deeper…
 
grant me rest in my being,
even in seasons of betrayal…
rest Your hand upon me, Lord,
oh, yes, be my salvation…
 
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October 28, 2025
whisper to me in the night
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/10/whisper-to-me-in-night.html
Based on #Psalm35:3b
Based on Psalm 35:1-18
regeneration, Step 12, “Regeneration”, Week 1, Large group meeting
October 28, 2025
“I am thy salvation”
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/10/i-am-thy-salvation.html
regeneration, Step 12, “Regeneration”, Week 1, Large group meeting
October 14, 2025
even as we hope in You
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/10/even-as-we-hope-in-you.html
regeneration, Step 11, “Intimacy”, Week 1, Large group meeting
September 22, 2025
confess freely
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/09/confess-freely.html
Based on Psalm 32
regeneration, Step 10, Continue, Week 1, Large group meeting
 
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, Regeneration, Psalm 35,
 
#poetry #God #Christ #Spirit #regeneration

“I am thy salvation” #poetry #God #Christ #Spirit #regeneration #Psalm35

Pray over me, Lord,
say unto my soul,
to my inward spirit,
“I am thy salvation,
your hope for eternal life…
 
Though my enemies attack me,
though I struggle in darkness…
Have mercy upon me, Lord,
remind me of Your closeness,
that You are as close as breath…
 
Say ever more powerfully,
“I am thy salvation”…
Draw me to You, Jesus,
reconcile me to You…
Guide my stumbling steps…
 
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October 28, 2025
whisper to me in the night
Based on #Psalm35:3b
Based on Psalm 35:1-18
regeneration, Step 12, “Regeneration”, Week 1, Large group meeting
October 28, 2025
“I am thy salvation”
Based on #Psalm35:3b
Based on Psalm 35:1-18
regeneration, Step 12, “Regeneration”, Week 1, Large group meeting
October 14, 2025
even as we hope in You
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/10/even-as-we-hope-in-you.html
Based on Psalm 33:10-22
regeneration, Step 11, “Intimacy”, Week 1, Large group meeting
September 22, 2025
confess freely
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/09/confess-freely.html
Based on Psalm 32
regeneration, Step 10, Continue, Week 1, Large group meeting
 
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, Regeneration, Psalm 35,
 
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Monday, October 27, 2025

Only rubble – v2 #Poetry #Ukraine #SlavaUkraini #US #NATO #EU #ArmUkraine #Bucha #Irpin #Isium #Mariupol #terror #genocide #toretsk #Vuhledar #Rubizhne #Bakhmut #Avdiivka #ChasivYar #Soledar #Kherson #Kyiv #Odesa #BuchaMassacre #BuchaGenocide

A pyrrhic victory,
A war of attrition,
A wasteland their prize…
The blood of the dead of Bucha,
of Kherson, of Pokrovsk, of Mariupol,
of Izium, of Irpin, of Odesa, of Kharkiv,
all the ancient cities they have destroyed…
 
A barren moonscape,
An empty land, no longer alive,
A people driven out, abandoned…
The wreckage of their terror, carnage,
of Rubizhne, of Vuhledar, of Chasiv Yar,
the heritage, the innocents, the buildings,
too many places to number, their awful prize…
 
A testament to their savagery,
A witness to our utter abject failure,
An accounting, “Never Again” is now…
The pyre of their dead in the fields, underfoot,
left to rot, abandoned in the black soil,
to feed sunflowers, growing, like phoenix,
to heal the land in time, once peace comes…
 
A place of death and ashes,
A wasteland that they created,
A testament to their depravity, cruelty,
their lust for lost empire, using genocide;
But this will not be the final verdict, victory
will rise over the Donbas, like a sunrise shining
over the people, the whole of Ukraine will be Ukraine…




 
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Edited October 27, 2025
Only rubble – v2
 
Edited December 12, 2024
The blood of the dead in Bucha – v6
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/12/the-blood-of-dead-in-bucha-v6.html
Day of the Ukrainian Land Forces
April 4, 2022
The blood of the dead in Bucha
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2022/04/the-blood-of-dead-in-bucha.html
Edited November 19, 2023
Crying for Crimea, for Ukraine – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2023/11/crying-for-crimea-for-ukraine-v2_19.html
Edited March 31, 2024
Ukraine must Win – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/03/ukraine-must-win-v2.html
 
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, and 2024. All rights are reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com)  for usage. See all 53,000+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
 
Poetry, Ukraine, victory, hope, courage, heroes, country, people, Slava Ukraini, US, NATO, EU, proxy, Arm Ukraine Now, Bucha, Irpin, Izium, Mariupol, terror, genocide,
 
#Poetry #Ukraine #SlavaUkraini #US #NATO #EU #ArmUkraine #Bucha #Irpin #Isium #Mariupol #terror #genocide #toretsk #Vuhledar #Rubizhne #Bakhmut #Avdiivka #ChasivYar #Soledar #Kherson #Kyiv #Odesa #BuchaMassacre #BuchaGenocide


Only rubble #Poetry #Ukraine #SlavaUkraini #US #NATO #EU #ArmUkraine #Bucha #Irpin #Isium #Mariupol #terror #genocide #toretsk #Vuhledar #Rubizhne #Bakhmut #Avdiivka #ChasivYar #Soledar #Kherson #Kyiv #Odesa #BuchaMassacre #BuchaGenocide

A pyrrhic victory,
A war of attrition,
A wasteland their prize…
The blood of the dead of Bucha,
of Kherson, of Pokrovsk, of Mariupol,
all the ancient cities they have destroyed…
 
A barren moonscape,
An empty land, no longer life,
A people driven out, abandoned…
The wreckage of their terror, carnage,
of Rubizhne, of Vuhledar, of Chasiv Yar,
too many places to number, their awful prize…
 
A testament to savagery,
A witness to our abject failure,
An accounting, “Never Again” is now…
The pyre of their dead in the fields, lost,
left to rot, to feed the sunflowers, growing,
to heal the land in time, once peace comes…
 
A place of death and ashes,
A wasteland that they created,
A testament to their depravity, cruelty,
but this will not be the final verdict, victory
will rise over the Donbas, like a sunrise shining
over the people, the whole of Ukraine will be Ukraine…



 
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October 27, 2025
Only rubble
 
Edited December 12, 2024
The blood of the dead in Bucha – v6
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/12/the-blood-of-dead-in-bucha-v6.html
Edited November 19, 2023
Crying for Crimea, for Ukraine – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2023/11/crying-for-crimea-for-ukraine-v2_19.html
Edited March 31, 2024
Ukraine must Win – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/03/ukraine-must-win-v2.html
March 19, 2024
Ukraine must Win
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/03/ukraine-must-win.html
March 19, 2024
Statement by US Secretary of Defense Lloyd Austin
https://www.defense.gov/News/Speeches/Speech/Article/3710899/opening-remarks-by-secretary-of-defense-lloyd-j-austin-iii-at-the-20th-ukraine/
at Ukraine Defense Contact Group meeting in Germany
“The United States will not let Ukraine fail.
This coalition will not let Ukraine fail, and
the free world will not let Ukraine fail,”
&
Neither the word “win” nor the word “victory”
Is included in Austin’s opening remarks…
 
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, and 2024. All rights are reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com)  for usage. See all 53,000+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
 
Poetry, Ukraine, victory, hope, courage, heroes, country, people, Slava Ukraini, US, NATO, EU, proxy, Arm Ukraine Now, Bucha, Irpin, Izium, Mariupol, terror, genocide,
 
#Poetry #Ukraine #SlavaUkraini #US #NATO #EU #ArmUkraine #Bucha #Irpin #Isium #Mariupol #terror #genocide #toretsk #Vuhledar #Rubizhne #Bakhmut #Avdiivka #ChasivYar #Soledar #Kherson #Kyiv #Odesa #BuchaMassacre #BuchaGenocide