Raymond A Foss Poems

When the evening darkens
and the day cools
and the stars flicker to light
I sat on the blanket
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Like living growing muscle
so is our faith
growing by use, by testing,
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Way darker than violet
rich, saturated, pure
color-wheel-purple
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I stood before the congregation
knowing the financial crunch
the hard work, done by so many
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Over the tree line
Under the blue
Powerless ghost
Servant of day
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She was so smart
wisdom was a girl
a different image, thought
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His is the abject lesson,
the proof in the seeing,
the touching, the questioning
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Feeling a closeness to the Creator
Anticipating the good news
In all things, believing in the unseen
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High up at the top of the chairlift
at the summit of the mountain,
the trees were coated, as with larger amounts of clay
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He rose to speak of not one
but the dance of two kings
two men of different moment
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