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| 5871. | Putting on His Yoke by Raymond A. Foss | | Choosing to be paired,
yoked to the Christ,
following the command
the instruction of the Father
serving in the field, the vineyard
working as one... |
| 5872. | A Dormant Stump by Raymond A. Foss | | for generations, for centuries
the stump lay dormant
seemingly dead
to outside observers
But God's promise
to Isaiah, to Israel
was living still... |
| 5873. | Let this be the Peaceable Kingdom by Raymond A. Foss | | The predator will lie down with the prey
all will eat the grass, all will be at peace
so the words of the prophet foretell a time
when the worries ... |
| 5874. | In Praise of Bit Players by Raymond A. Foss | | The pastor spoke of bit players
of the people in the story, the word of God
with small, sometimes unnamed parts
We too, in the congregation, so oft... |
| 5875. | Fulfilling the Prophesies by Raymond A. Foss | | John and the Christ
cousins, special boys
marked before their births
to fulfill the prophesies
the prophesies of old,
long waiting of the peoples... |
| 5876. | A Bit Player by Raymond A. Foss | | He was but a bit player,
or so the story has been told
a simple, pious man,
Father of God, in the world,
in the flesh.
Devoted to his safety,
... |
| 5877. | Up between the Dormers by Raymond A. Foss | | High up the brick old mill building
up above the brick, the granite,
between the clapboard window dormers
hanging on the slate roof shingles, the m... |
| 5878. | A PJ Day by Raymond A. Foss | | Unlike yesterday, Christmas Day
a more leisurely start, middle, and end
of the day, at least so far
Awake more slowly,
two hours later
Drawing q... |
| 5879. | After the Presents by Raymond A. Foss | | On the drive East
on the way to Gramma’s house
presents unwrapped
toys discovered
Dressed in their Christmas dresses
new winter coats, clean an... |
| 5880. | Holy Prophets by Raymond A. Foss | | Like Isaiah, John in the river,
Jesus, the Christ,
we are to be holy prophets
sharing the Good News
to all the people, all the captives,
all of u... |
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