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| 5861. | Passing the Light by Raymond A. Foss> | | Oh so casually
practiced really
they were, bringing the light
up into the chancel
relighting the wicks
so they could light
the altar candles
si... |
| 5862. | Our Collective Prayer by Raymond A. Foss> | | It was in the sharing
around the meeting table
our joys, what we were thankful for
this week before Thanksgiving
our collective prayer to God
mor... |
| 5863. | Their Compass by Raymond A. Foss> | | Their compass, their due North
was him, not their struggle
not their fight with the District, the system
They focused on him
and that made the di... |
| 5864. | My Response to Christ by Raymond A. Foss> | | So, pilgrim, what is your response to Christ?
that is a hard question to answer, isn’t it
something to ponder, to lament, in answering
I turned m... |
| 5865. | Acting on Hope by Raymond A. Foss> | | A widow’s offering
simple, small, a meager few pennies
But, all she had
a sign, a statement, a testament
to her faith
to her hope in God
her b... |
| 5866. | One Time in the Temple by Raymond A. Foss> | | It was one time in the temple,
two intertwined stories, continuous moments
seamlessly woven by the master
to the listening disciples,
Not separa... |
| 5867. | Stopping a Train Wreck, in Progress by Raymond A. Foss> | | Some days, some of them
are like stopping a train wreck,
already in progress, the sequence of events
long since set in motion
inexorably leading ... |
| 5868. | Our Cup by Raymond A. Foss> | | “Take this cup, Oh Father”
were the words of the son,
the beloved, the holy child
grown to be the sacrifice, the firstborn son,
unspared, unli... |
| 5869. | Peripheral Poetry by Raymond A. Foss> | | Out the side, the edge of my vision
so are many of the sources of my poetry
the images out my window
hurtling by for an instant, maybe
seeing them... |
| 5870. | A Simple Thanksgiving by Raymond A. Foss> | | His turn around the table
to share what he is thankful for
this Thanksgiving season, this year
A simple thanksgiving
so like the first Thanksgivin... |
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