Splatters of His Blood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Summer Sunday best became splattered with His blood in the intinction, the joining of His body, His blood, the dipping ...
Summer Sunday best became splattered with His blood in the intinction, the joining of His body, His blood, the dipping ...
We stood in a circle around Your table heads bowed, hands clasped we waited She began to speak of the ...
(Thursday) A stark simple meal washing our feet stripping the church carrying out the Christ on the cross (Friday) Another ...
A Maundy Thursday, dressed in black feeling more acutely perhaps meaning in the stripping, the solemn steps darkening the sanctuary, ...
No last supper, no holy meal, a foot washing, instead servanthood to the last washing their feet as a slave, ...
On another night, the choice, the decision, would not seem so odd pizza for dinner, what could be wrong But, ...
Waiting for the cup, the blood of Christ symbolized in the grape juice kneeling at the rail waiting my turn ...
We had another day of Christmas more family time, more presents, another big meal, another house full of squeals for ...
In the little room, off the sanctuary, the space where worship supplies were kept, a stack of white linen tablecloths, ...
Like a giant game of blocks is the washing of dishes of a family of five even when only the ...
Her four-year old body figgeted, struggled to sit still in the pew to quiet her spirit where the sermon was ...
They were quite a pair clash of cultures within these proud Quebecois each speaking a language I don't share with ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
It took several hours. There were spaces in the cookware of which no one was aware, save the poet. The ...
The Rev. Isaiah Bunter has disappeared into the interior of the Solomon Islands, and it is feared that he may ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
A little ink more or less! I surely can't matter? Even the sky and the opulent sea, The plains and ...
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
I have a fairy by my side Which says I must not sleep, When once in pain I loudly cried ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel And the wind is moist with breath of brine And our laughter ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
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