With the last batch, 451 poems have been posted to the site, and I have now written a total of 548 poems, all but two since April, 2000.
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Saturday, February 25, 2006
Mexico
You have been on my mind, constantly, urgently, tenderly.
We are miles apart, time zones away;
but you are with me still, in the smiles of their faces
in the moments we have shared
the videotape of our wedding that made me cry again
when I watched it in our living room.
Hearing once more our words of love,
of a covenant, a commitment before dad and God
How easy it is, to say "I love you" over the crackling wire
the echo of your voice on the speaker
It brings you home for those precious seconds
giving me a foretaste of your return
how close I will hold you.
How much I need you, with me
February 24, 2006 14:05
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We are miles apart, time zones away;
but you are with me still, in the smiles of their faces
in the moments we have shared
the videotape of our wedding that made me cry again
when I watched it in our living room.
Hearing once more our words of love,
of a covenant, a commitment before dad and God
How easy it is, to say "I love you" over the crackling wire
the echo of your voice on the speaker
It brings you home for those precious seconds
giving me a foretaste of your return
how close I will hold you.
How much I need you, with me
February 24, 2006 14:05
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Jesus’ Eyes
Whatever he looked like,
and we aren’t told,
she said he must have had
beautiful eyes
Eyes to be drunk in,
along with his message
of equality, of love
Warm gentle eyes
looking tenderly into your soul
our young bachelor servant king
The one with so many women followers
in a time when women weren’t seen
or heard in the gate
Revealed to them alone
in shimmering light
Planting himself in their
good, fertile soil
sitting at his feet
longing to be with him
and his giving eyes
2/13/06 13:33
and we aren’t told,
she said he must have had
beautiful eyes
Eyes to be drunk in,
along with his message
of equality, of love
Warm gentle eyes
looking tenderly into your soul
our young bachelor servant king
The one with so many women followers
in a time when women weren’t seen
or heard in the gate
Revealed to them alone
in shimmering light
Planting himself in their
good, fertile soil
sitting at his feet
longing to be with him
and his giving eyes
2/13/06 13:33
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2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014. All rights reserved.
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Poetry Where You Live.
Carolina Summer
A cord of ten brown pelicans
snaked through the hot air
cutting the shimmering heat
almost kissing the skin of the ocean
just off my stretch of sand
my piece of solitude
off the barrier island
that Carolina summer
almost twenty years ago
2/13/06 16:15
August 1988, Hilton Head Island
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snaked through the hot air
cutting the shimmering heat
almost kissing the skin of the ocean
just off my stretch of sand
my piece of solitude
off the barrier island
that Carolina summer
almost twenty years ago
2/13/06 16:15
August 1988, Hilton Head Island
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With Authority
The message is unknown; unimportant
He spoke with authority.
Now that was the thing
The real message in the Word
why the story is recorded
left for us to ponder
and to cherish
He, though untrained, unschooled,
spoke with power, with authority
not like the elite
who spoke the cold words,
of their law, the unflinching rules
He came to teach
a new message
the true meaning, the spirit
discerning the heart of God
hidden in the words on the page
Speaking with power,
with authority, with wisdom
for those who will listen
to his words of parable,
of fulfillment, of love.
2/13/06 13:42
Mark 1:21-22
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He spoke with authority.
Now that was the thing
The real message in the Word
why the story is recorded
left for us to ponder
and to cherish
He, though untrained, unschooled,
spoke with power, with authority
not like the elite
who spoke the cold words,
of their law, the unflinching rules
He came to teach
a new message
the true meaning, the spirit
discerning the heart of God
hidden in the words on the page
Speaking with power,
with authority, with wisdom
for those who will listen
to his words of parable,
of fulfillment, of love.
2/13/06 13:42
Mark 1:21-22
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Dipped Candles
Fed by the slack eddies
by the frozen shore
grew a chain
row on row, layer by layer
of hand dipped candles
of ice and frost
Suspended in and above the surface
of the brook and bank
flowing toward the bridge
A branch hovering over the water
the structure, the ceiling
on which the stalactites form
held in place
while the cold reigns.
2/13/06 13:19
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by the frozen shore
grew a chain
row on row, layer by layer
of hand dipped candles
of ice and frost
Suspended in and above the surface
of the brook and bank
flowing toward the bridge
A branch hovering over the water
the structure, the ceiling
on which the stalactites form
held in place
while the cold reigns.
2/13/06 13:19
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His Image
Like the hidden message
lost in the scrolls
We aren’t told
what he looked like
Esau had his hairy arms
Samson had his strength
John ate locusts and worn skins
But He isn’t described
We are able to picture Him
as we choose
as we need to
to hear his message
cope with the incomprehensible
relate to the humanity
of the Holy.
2/13/06 16:21
Mark 1:21-22
lost in the scrolls
We aren’t told
what he looked like
Esau had his hairy arms
Samson had his strength
John ate locusts and worn skins
But He isn’t described
We are able to picture Him
as we choose
as we need to
to hear his message
cope with the incomprehensible
relate to the humanity
of the Holy.
2/13/06 16:21
Mark 1:21-22
The Rock
(and stumbling block)
For a fleeting moment
he was the only other one
able, by faith,
to exceed his imagination
his own failings,
his own perceived limitations
the very thing that makes him
a perfect candidate
So human
For his ultimate call
Able to step out and walk
with immediate confidence
at his master’s call
to defy physics and logic
to walk on liquid water,
while he believed.
2/13/06 16:29
Matthew 14:28-29.
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For a fleeting moment
he was the only other one
able, by faith,
to exceed his imagination
his own failings,
his own perceived limitations
the very thing that makes him
a perfect candidate
So human
For his ultimate call
Able to step out and walk
with immediate confidence
at his master’s call
to defy physics and logic
to walk on liquid water,
while he believed.
2/13/06 16:29
Matthew 14:28-29.
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Paradise Sunset
From a pure royal blue, to a spectrum of rust
pale canary yellow,
bleeds to burgundy and finally cobalt
sudden sunset between
the twin pitons
The warm leeward breath
rising up from the ocean’s surface
wafting up the slope
of the volcanic ridge
Rich lush greens
sweet fragrance on the tropical breeze
Air wet at dusk
falling through the dewpoint
Dark wrapping us like a blanket
looking out on the now placid sea.
Weak light of civilization
hidden behind, beyond the road below.
pale canary yellow,
bleeds to burgundy and finally cobalt
sudden sunset between
the twin pitons
The warm leeward breath
rising up from the ocean’s surface
wafting up the slope
of the volcanic ridge
Rich lush greens
sweet fragrance on the tropical breeze
Air wet at dusk
falling through the dewpoint
Dark wrapping us like a blanket
looking out on the now placid sea.
Weak light of civilization
hidden behind, beyond the road below.
Edited
August 9, 2012
“Paradise
Sunset – v2”
2/14/06
22:10
“Paradise
Sunset”
Honeymoon - April 2005
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of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004,
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Ten Maidens
Five of ten enter by the narrow gate
the rest are caught asleep, unprepared
lamps empty, without their oil
in the dark, when He comes
a thief in the night
Eternal vigilance, a price to pay
for keys to the kingdom
the golden ticket
Waiting in faith
the call of the trumpet
the bridegroom in glory
ready for the happily ever after
the rest are caught asleep, unprepared
lamps empty, without their oil
in the dark, when He comes
a thief in the night
Eternal vigilance, a price to pay
for keys to the kingdom
the golden ticket
Waiting in faith
the call of the trumpet
the bridegroom in glory
ready for the happily ever after
edited January 11, 2015
Ten Maidens - v2
2/14/06 21:27
Ten Maidens
Matthew 25:1-13
&
edited January 11, 2015
the epiphany of the maidens – v2
January 6,
2015
the epiphany
of the maidens
Matthew
25:1-13
only five were
saved
January 6,
2015
the epiphany
of the one leper
Luke 17:11-19
only one of
the ten lepers
stopped to
praise God for their healing
Worship Theme:
Epiphany Sunday
Matthew 2:1-12
NIV
Luke 2:22-40
NIV
Epiphany
Sunday
Children’s
Message
Mystery box
-
Winnie
the Pooh security blanket
-
borrowed
from Nolan Howes
by Pastor Ruth
Foss
communion
sermon “I
Could Have Had A V-8. . . “
by Pastor Ruth Foss
sermon blog
meditation
blog
“God’s
Whisper” blog
Stetson
Memorial United Methodist Church
Epiphany
Sunday
January 4,
2015
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of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004,
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Sunday, January 22, 2006
Spirit
We sat silent in centering prayer
my diaphragm and chest rose and fell
silently, in time with my heart
your word, the one you put in my mind
It was Spirit, Your Holy Spirit
living in the room with us
flickering in the Christ candle before us.
A call for your spirit to act,
guide us, be present in each one
leading us in prayer and action
1/21/06 9:45
my diaphragm and chest rose and fell
silently, in time with my heart
your word, the one you put in my mind
It was Spirit, Your Holy Spirit
living in the room with us
flickering in the Christ candle before us.
A call for your spirit to act,
guide us, be present in each one
leading us in prayer and action
1/21/06 9:45
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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.
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Poetry Where You Live.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
In His Presence
In His presence, at His feet
longing to hear the master speak
Aware of the power, authority, the words of love
spoken by the one touched by the dove
Hang on each word, follow every thought
prepare the way before me, each lesson taught
Understanding the priority, the imperative
the important point of view
to listen while you can,
drink the new wine
from the true vine
while He was here with us
The same is true for those of us
who are in this time and place
for His lessons are written for all who look
if we but open up the pages of His book
for He is the Word, the one there at the start
and He will be with us always,
if we but hold Him in our heart.
The story of Mary and Martha, Luke 10:38-42, and the questions raised in 2nd/3rd grade Sunday School on 1/15/06 at Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH.
The first stanza was written 1/15/06 23:02, the last two late afternoon 1/18/06.
longing to hear the master speak
Aware of the power, authority, the words of love
spoken by the one touched by the dove
Hang on each word, follow every thought
prepare the way before me, each lesson taught
Understanding the priority, the imperative
the important point of view
to listen while you can,
drink the new wine
from the true vine
while He was here with us
The same is true for those of us
who are in this time and place
for His lessons are written for all who look
if we but open up the pages of His book
for He is the Word, the one there at the start
and He will be with us always,
if we but hold Him in our heart.
The story of Mary and Martha, Luke 10:38-42, and the questions raised in 2nd/3rd grade Sunday School on 1/15/06 at Wesley United Methodist Church, Concord, NH.
The first stanza was written 1/15/06 23:02, the last two late afternoon 1/18/06.
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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 29,950+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
A Ripeness of Winter
Frozen in her icy grasp
captured in the frigid stillness
coated by layer on layer
a blanket of white, of grey
a world in cocoon, caught in squall, in flurry
in the cold, soundless murmur
the hidden ripeness in slumber
Held in abeyance, ready to burst forth
in thaw and rebirth
Look carefully, see the maple’s nascent sprig
Poised for spring, for the smell of its flowering
Feel the warming of the sun after the solstice
the hope in the lengthening days
the smell of wood fire, the dance of its flames
Still in January the crunch of boots,
squeal of bitter cold snow
an arctic moment fixed in the wintry chill
lost in the brisk clear air
everywhere her grip holds sway
Waiting impatiently for the blooming
of the new season,
encased in the frosty ripeness of winter.
1/16/06 22:50
captured in the frigid stillness
coated by layer on layer
a blanket of white, of grey
a world in cocoon, caught in squall, in flurry
in the cold, soundless murmur
the hidden ripeness in slumber
Held in abeyance, ready to burst forth
in thaw and rebirth
Look carefully, see the maple’s nascent sprig
Poised for spring, for the smell of its flowering
Feel the warming of the sun after the solstice
the hope in the lengthening days
the smell of wood fire, the dance of its flames
Still in January the crunch of boots,
squeal of bitter cold snow
an arctic moment fixed in the wintry chill
lost in the brisk clear air
everywhere her grip holds sway
Waiting impatiently for the blooming
of the new season,
encased in the frosty ripeness of winter.
1/16/06 22:50
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are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006,
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Poetry Where You Live.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Six after 11
The preceding 6 poems were written between 11pm and 11:45pm last night.
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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 rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,760+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Baptismal Waters
Two pitchers, two bowls
Two pair of hands
of the pastor and the proconsul
Metaphorical markers of a life well spent
Water poured ritually from pitcher to bowl
hear it clatter and swirl
Close your eyes, feel the liquid on your skin
as you are preacher or Pilate
One dips his hands into the living water
rests them on His head in blessing, a sacrament
The counterpart cups his hands in the deep
washes his hands of him
gives the Son over to the mob,
in verdict and fulfillment
Two pair of hands
of the pastor and the proconsul
Metaphorical markers of a life well spent
Water poured ritually from pitcher to bowl
hear it clatter and swirl
Close your eyes, feel the liquid on your skin
as you are preacher or Pilate
One dips his hands into the living water
rests them on His head in blessing, a sacrament
The counterpart cups his hands in the deep
washes his hands of him
gives the Son over to the mob,
in verdict and fulfillment
-----------------
edited August
15, 2019
Holy Water –
v4
edited July
28, 2019
Holy Water –
v3
edited July
28, 2019
Baptismal
Waters – v5
edited July
28, 2019
Baptismal
Waters – v4
(editing
original again)
edited July
15, 2019
Baptismal
Waters – v3
edited January
15, 2019
Baptismal
Waters – v2
&
edited January
15, 2019
Holy Water –
v2
(edited after
contact by composer, Gwyneth Walker, who wanted to
use the poem
for a choir composition
&
January 11,
2006 23:25
Holy Water
Mark 1:9-13, 15
&
January 11,
2006 23:45, revised 1/12/06 6:16
Baptismal
Waters
Matthew
27:24-26
&
January 11,
2006 23:30
Baptism
(about Dad’t
baptism, November 1990)
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2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013,
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Poetry Where You Live.
Christ, Spirit, God, Faith, love,
grace, Pastor Ruth Foss, poem, prayer, sacrifice, Messiah, manger, cross,
journey, New Year’s Resolution, WWJD,
#Christ #God #Spirit #Faith #love
#grace #poem #prayer #hope #USA #America #mercy #sacrifice #Messiah #manger
#cross #Immanuel #Emmanuel #journey #WWJD #NewYearsResolution
===============
Christ,
Spirit, God, Faith, grace, poem, prayer, Messiah, Advent, Emmanuel, Christmas,
hope, love, peace, joy, King, Epiphany, Epiphany of the Lord Sunday, star,
Magi,
#Christ #God
#Spirit #Faith #love #grace #poem #prayer #hope #communion #King #mercy
#Messiah #Advent #Immanuel #Emmanuel #Christmas #joy #peace #star #Magi
#Epiphany
===============
Christ,
Spirit, God, Faith, grace, poem, prayer, Messiah, Emmanuel, hope, love, peace,
joy, baptism, Baptism of the Lord Sunday, water, washed, water mark,
#Jesus #Christ
#God #Spirit #Faith #love #grace #poem #prayer #hope #mercy #Messiah #Emmanuel
#baptism #BaptismoftheLordSunday #water #washed #BaptismoftheLord #watermark
divine,
gospel, hope, Jordan River, journey, Messiah, Mission, salvation, Savior,
Spirit, God, Faith, grace, poem, prayer, love, baptism, Baptism of the Lord
Sunday, water, water mark,
#Jesus #Christ
#God #Spirit #Faith #love #grace #poem #prayer #hope #Messiah #baptism #water
#washed #BaptismoftheLord #JordanRiver #Savior
Baptism
A stoic Yankee
A Baptist bowl
and a lot of water
met for a moment
one November day
Some fifteen years gone bye
Back erect
Arms folded across your chest
You fell back into loving arms
joining a fellowship, a community
a new walk, a reconnection
a new life up from the waters of life
A Baptist bowl
and a lot of water
met for a moment
one November day
Some fifteen years gone bye
Back erect
Arms folded across your chest
You fell back into loving arms
joining a fellowship, a community
a new walk, a reconnection
a new life up from the waters of life
-----------------
edited August
15, 2019
Holy Water –
v4
edited July
28, 2019
Holy Water –
v3
edited July
28, 2019
Baptismal
Waters – v5
edited July
28, 2019
Baptismal
Waters – v4
(editing
original again)
edited July
15, 2019
Baptismal
Waters – v3
edited January
15, 2019
Baptismal
Waters – v2
&
edited January
15, 2019
Holy Water –
v2
(edited after
contact by composer, Gwyneth Walker, who wanted to
use the poem
for a choir composition
&
January 11,
2006 23:25
Holy Water
Mark 1:9-13, 15
&
January 11,
2006 23:45, revised 1/12/06 6:16
Baptismal
Waters
Matthew
27:24-26
&
January 11,
2006 23:30
Baptism
(about Dad’t
baptism, November 1990)
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2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013,
2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, and 2019. All rights are reserved. Contact me at
Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com)
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Poetry Where You Live.
Christ, Spirit, God, Faith, love,
grace, Pastor Ruth Foss, poem, prayer, sacrifice, Messiah, manger, cross,
journey, New Year’s Resolution, WWJD,
#Christ #God #Spirit #Faith #love
#grace #poem #prayer #hope #USA #America #mercy #sacrifice #Messiah #manger
#cross #Immanuel #Emmanuel #journey #WWJD #NewYearsResolution
===============
Christ,
Spirit, God, Faith, grace, poem, prayer, Messiah, Advent, Emmanuel, Christmas,
hope, love, peace, joy, King, Epiphany, Epiphany of the Lord Sunday, star,
Magi,
#Christ #God
#Spirit #Faith #love #grace #poem #prayer #hope #communion #King #mercy
#Messiah #Advent #Immanuel #Emmanuel #Christmas #joy #peace #star #Magi
#Epiphany
===============
Christ,
Spirit, God, Faith, grace, poem, prayer, Messiah, Emmanuel, hope, love, peace,
joy, baptism, Baptism of the Lord Sunday, water, washed, water mark,
#Jesus #Christ
#God #Spirit #Faith #love #grace #poem #prayer #hope #mercy #Messiah #Emmanuel
#baptism #BaptismoftheLordSunday #water #washed #BaptismoftheLord #watermark
divine,
gospel, hope, Jordan River, journey, Messiah, Mission, salvation, Savior,
Spirit, God, Faith, grace, poem, prayer, love, baptism, Baptism of the Lord
Sunday, water, water mark,
#Jesus #Christ
#God #Spirit #Faith #love #grace #poem #prayer #hope #Messiah #baptism #water
#washed #BaptismoftheLord #JordanRiver #Savior
Holy Water
The divine was revealed
made clean, prepared, anointed
not with a crown;
but with water
not in the Temple
but in the Jordan,
in the wilderness
Submitting to an act of trust,
a washing away of sin
in supplication and fulfillment
to begin his own journey
his mission, his fate
our savior.
made clean, prepared, anointed
not with a crown;
but with water
not in the Temple
but in the Jordan,
in the wilderness
Submitting to an act of trust,
a washing away of sin
in supplication and fulfillment
to begin his own journey
his mission, his fate
our savior.
-----------------
edited February
16, 2020
Holy Water –
v5
(editing
original again)
Gwyneth Walker’s
composer’s notes:
edited August
15, 2019
Holy Water –
v4
edited July
28, 2019
Holy Water –
v3
edited July
28, 2019
Baptismal
Waters – v5
edited July
28, 2019
Baptismal
Waters – v4
(editing
original again)
edited July
15, 2019
Baptismal
Waters – v3
edited January
15, 2019
Baptismal
Waters – v2
&
edited January
15, 2019
Holy Water –
v2
(edited after
contact by composer, Gwyneth Walker, who wanted to
use the poem
for a choir composition
&
January 11,
2006 23:25
Holy Water
Mark 1:9-13,
15
&
January 11,
2006 23:45, revised 1/12/06 6:16
Baptismal
Waters
Matthew
27:24-26
&
January 11,
2006 23:30
Baptism
(about Dad’t
baptism, November 1990)
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Little Victories
Little miracles
blessed my way
this day, this week
Walking your path
doing your work
Here, now, in the world
Believing enough,
risking so much,
to do your will.
Hearing your quiet call
seeing your hand on my own
using your Gifts given to me
to protect them.
1/11/06 23:19
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blessed my way
this day, this week
Walking your path
doing your work
Here, now, in the world
Believing enough,
risking so much,
to do your will.
Hearing your quiet call
seeing your hand on my own
using your Gifts given to me
to protect them.
1/11/06 23:19
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God’s Eye
Through the white rims
of the slate grey clouds
this winter morning
I peered upward
and saw God’s eye
Bright round sunlight
Pearled by my mind’s eye
A pupil clear as a picture
Caressed in the cumulous flesh
Smiling on my journey
down the highway
to do His will.
1/11/06 23:15
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of the slate grey clouds
this winter morning
I peered upward
and saw God’s eye
Bright round sunlight
Pearled by my mind’s eye
A pupil clear as a picture
Caressed in the cumulous flesh
Smiling on my journey
down the highway
to do His will.
1/11/06 23:15
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,760+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
The Island in my mind
(in my mind)
There is a place where only I can go
A space of solitary quietude
a singular solitude
where my thoughts can roam
Ponder and probe
Mull and meander down paths
only I would follow
Away from the noise around me
Finding a centering, a grounding
in the island of my mind.
There is a place where only I can go
A space of solitary quietude
a singular solitude
where my thoughts can roam
Ponder and probe
Mull and meander down paths
only I would follow
Away from the noise around me
Finding a centering, a grounding
in the island of my mind.
----------------------------
edited August 5,
2019
The Island in my
mind – v2
1/11/06 23:00,
edited 1/12/06 12:41
The Island in my
mind
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Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for usage. See all 51,260+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
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Wednesday, January 04, 2006
A Frozen Prayer
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 the wishes, the hopes,
Desires and fears uttered here
Frozen in the gossamer of time
Wishes written on the footfalls and on the breezes
Of another moment, another season
Hearts open in the stillness of the walking
The mix of stones and soil, moss and grass under foot
Reverent periods of reflection
Between man and God
Cries heard in the silence beyond the field
Through the frozen prayers
In the ground.
1/4/06 11:00
Written about the prayer labyrinth behind Bow Mills United Methodist Church, covered by two storms of snow. Not all of the stones are covered; but there are no footprints, only a set of snowshoes tracks around the field in which the labyrinth lies when I checked this morning.
Stones submerged by winter’s blanket
Covered and cold beneath the grip of frost
If they could but speak of the wishes, the hopes,
Desires and fears uttered here
Frozen in the gossamer of time
Wishes written on the footfalls and on the breezes
Of another moment, another season
Hearts open in the stillness of the walking
The mix of stones and soil, moss and grass under foot
Reverent periods of reflection
Between man and God
Cries heard in the silence beyond the field
Through the frozen prayers
In the ground.
1/4/06 11:00
Written about the prayer labyrinth behind Bow Mills United Methodist Church, covered by two storms of snow. Not all of the stones are covered; but there are no footprints, only a set of snowshoes tracks around the field in which the labyrinth lies when I checked this morning.
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
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Poetry Where You Live.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Nine Poems for the New Year
The 9 poems that appear below this message were written sequentially yesterday afternoon and evening.
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,760+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,760+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
New Snow
Showers of New Snow
Light powder of confectionary sugar
Filtered down through the night air
On forest and field
Oak and pine
branch and blade
Cleansing the world
anew this New Year’s
Starting afresh
Flake and grains
clinging on needle and leaf
rocks and ledges
saplings and grasses
or joining the skin
of the living river
1/1/06 14:08
the drive from Manchester to Concord that morning about 9:00
edited 1/2/06 9:17
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Light powder of confectionary sugar
Filtered down through the night air
On forest and field
Oak and pine
branch and blade
Cleansing the world
anew this New Year’s
Starting afresh
Flake and grains
clinging on needle and leaf
rocks and ledges
saplings and grasses
or joining the skin
of the living river
1/1/06 14:08
the drive from Manchester to Concord that morning about 9:00
edited 1/2/06 9:17
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A Journey of Treasure
Like the Magi,
We are each on the journey
a quest for the king
Ourselves the treasure,
the metal, the myrrh, the
offering
Following a star, a hope
A search for epiphany,
life changing meaning,
through loving adoption
by the living God.
==========================
edited
January 13, 2015
A
Journey of Treasure – v4
(editing
original again)
Edited
January 5, 2013
“A
Journey of Treasure – v3”
edited
September 1, 2011
“A
Journey of Treasure – v2”
1/1/06
14:38
“A
Journey of Treasure”
Matthew
2:1-12 and the sermon “Time Passages”
by
Pastor Lori Eldredge
Wesley
United Methodist Church
Concord,
NH
&
see others who have used this poem of mine/ analysis, etc.:
College Writing Portfolio - Poem Analysis – “A Journey of
Treasure”
Graduation poems - http://www.theholidayspot.com/graduation/poems.htm
calling, Christ, community, disciples, Faith, gifts, God,
God’s purpose, Methodist, Raymond A. Foss, United Methodist, Matthew 2, Advent,
Magi, Poetry Where You Live, love, grace, journey, Epiphany,
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#purpose #Methodist #Matthew2 #Advent #Magi #Poetry #love #grace #journey
#Epiphany
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2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014,
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Poetry Where You Live.
River Ice
High above the reach of the sea,
where the brackish water
is almost clear,
Tectonic plates of ice
released by the shore
and their brethren upstream
flow to the ocean,
calf and stack
careen and crash
melt and meld
White, blue, grey and green
Irregular shapes
Inexorably drawn to solution
from whence they came.
1/1/06 14:52
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,740+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
where the brackish water
is almost clear,
Tectonic plates of ice
released by the shore
and their brethren upstream
flow to the ocean,
calf and stack
careen and crash
melt and meld
White, blue, grey and green
Irregular shapes
Inexorably drawn to solution
from whence they came.
1/1/06 14:52
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,740+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Barefoot on Holy Ground
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 possible for the eternal I am.
A trembling servant
following the call from the flames
to shed his sandals
to touch holy ground.
A precious act of reverence and awe
seeing the presence of God
in power and authority
Knowing the chasm between us
Acting Accordingly.
Exodus 3:1-6
Command of God, the I am, to Moses to remove his sandals before the burning bush. See also Joshua 5:15.
1/1/06 16:55
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a bush with living fire
dancing on the skin of the leaves
A fire without loss
Part of the miraculous,
the possible for the eternal I am.
A trembling servant
following the call from the flames
to shed his sandals
to touch holy ground.
A precious act of reverence and awe
seeing the presence of God
in power and authority
Knowing the chasm between us
Acting Accordingly.
Exodus 3:1-6
Command of God, the I am, to Moses to remove his sandals before the burning bush. See also Joshua 5:15.
1/1/06 16:55
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,740+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Weir
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 tool
Spring to Winter
Sentinels in the water
Tended by the lone fisher
Anachronistic in modern times
a fish weir in the river
named for an eel.
1/1/06 17:10
From my memory of the weir in the Lamprey River, in downtown Newmarket, NH in 1982/1983. All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,740+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Placed just so in the mud
shaped in labyrinth
out in the current
by the landing, in the channel
An old fashioned tool
Spring to Winter
Sentinels in the water
Tended by the lone fisher
Anachronistic in modern times
a fish weir in the river
named for an eel.
1/1/06 17:10
From my memory of the weir in the Lamprey River, in downtown Newmarket, NH in 1982/1983. All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,740+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Masks of Necessity
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 girl?
Seeing with her eyes the moments of life,
lost too often in adult ways
behind masks of necessity.
Reckless abandon and
absolute resolute mirth
Joy for the taking
from the true vine,
for there is a liberation
in him for us all
Grab hold for your life!
---------------------
Do you laugh, smile, cheer
in the song of the wind, the leap of the sun
the squeal of your little girl?
Seeing with her eyes the moments of life,
lost too often in adult ways
behind masks of necessity.
Reckless abandon and
absolute resolute mirth
Joy for the taking
from the true vine,
for there is a liberation
in him for us all
Grab hold for your life!
---------------------
edited March 7, 2018
Masks of Necessity – v2
1/1/06 17:22
Masks of Necessity
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2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, and 2018. All rights are
reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for usage. See all 46,450 of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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