PRAYER FOR OUR TEACHERS POEM
The Good Teachers by Carol Ann Duffy - Poem Analysis
‘The Good Teachers’ by Carol Ann Duffy is a twenty-four line poem which is written in the second person and does not follow a rhyme scheme. The poet has chosen to write this piece in the second person in an effort to personalize the situations she describes and allow a reader to cast their own experiences on those she speaks of.
Pastor Anniversary Poem to Celebrate Your Pastor
81. Pastor Blessing Prayer by Paul Berchtold, February, 2011 In prayer today, Lord, we uplift, Thank you for your special gift, A pastor for our flock to feed, To plant your Word as holy seed. Lord, you're good shepherd over all, Thank you for your special call, On this anniversary day, Bless our shepherd in every way, Grant our pastor a
Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant - Poems | poets
This poem is in the public domain. William Cullen Bryant, author of "Thanatopsis," was born in Cummington, Massachusetts on November 3, 1794. a moment stay— Stay till the good old year, So long companion of our way, Shakes hands, and leaves us here. Oh stay, oh stay, One little hour, and then away. The year, whose hopes were high and
The Jellybean Prayer - FREE Printable! - Happy Home Fairy
Mar 27, 2012The Happy Buddy and I layered the jellybean colors according to the poem in an old glass mushroom jar (unfortunately our bag of jellybeans did not have white ones :-() and attached the FREE Printable tag you can find at the bottom of this post. These Jellybean Prayer Jars would make a fun gift to pass out to neighbors, friends and teachers!
The Forgotten Mother, Aging Poem - Family Friend Poems
Our eldest daughter retired and was gone in about a month's time. Rarely hear from her. All our grandchildren grew up and moved on without us. We see our youngest and her baby from time to time. We are very old and I imagine kind of boring. We are closer to heaven than earth. I pray that our children and their children will be more cohesive.
Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Rang through the house of prayer; and high o'er the heads of the others the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the troubled heart doth make In the white countenance confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels. This is the poem of the air, Slowly in silent syllables recorded