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| Search results for: star | Found 157 Poems |
| 91. | The Morning Star by George William Russell | | IN the black pool of the midnight Lu has slung the morning star,
And its foam in rippling silver whitens into day afar
Falling on the mountain rampa... |
| 92. | Star of the east by Eugene Field | | Star of the East, that long ago
Brought wise men on their way
Where, angels singing to and fro,
The Child of Bethlehem lay--
Above that Syrian hil... |
| 93. | The Holy Continuum Stare Decisis by Raymond A. Foss | | From the Beginning
He was the Word
From Abraham to Moses
to David and the prophets
The Law, to guide human behavior
Canons for our peace with God... |
| 94. | Her Mustard Seed by Raymond A. Foss | | It is there, deep in her young heart
bearing fruits of faith, in our lives
sharing the belief she has that
“God loves you”,
knowing that the ... |
| 95. | Her Mustard Seed - revised by Raymond A. Foss | | It is there, deep in her young heart
bearing fruits of faith, in our lives
sharing the belief she has that
“God loves you”,
knowing that the ... |
| 96. | Faith of a Mustard Tree by Raymond A. Foss | | She wonders if I believe the words I write
about her faith, her beliefs, her love of God
Her submission to the call she feels, deep within
Still sm... |
| 97. | Staring into the Flame by Raymond A. Foss | | Sitting still, quiet, alone,
in the living room of my boyhood
alone with my thoughts after the Christmas day
watching the flickering, living flame... |
| 98. | A Constellation of Stars by Raymond A. Foss | | Across the room
under sticky, greasy,
fresh fingerprints,
the static-held dust,
a constellation of stars
little white lights
of the Christmas t... |
| 99. | Under the Stars by Raymond A. Foss | | Laying back in the canoe
out in the middle of the lake
northern Maine
June, maybe July
more than thirty years ago
a magical pure moment in time
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| 100. | By that Singular Star by Raymond A. Foss | | Guided by the start, at its rising,
at the moment of his birth
a singular star, blazing with the Creator’s joy
the birthing of His Son, incarnate... |
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