Mindlessly Following (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The crowd like sheep mindlessly following the exhortations of the leaders stirring them to shout Not hosannahs, praises to the ...
Poems about pilate (31 Poems)
In the courtyard of power (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Evil stalking, a presence in the courtyard of power that fateful morning Christ judged, convicted whipped and beaten wearing a ...
Standing in the Mob (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Flames fanned by the leaders maybe a few palms greased coins to instigate the crowd to frenzy crying for his ...
The Elites in the Crowd (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not the common people the ones who had cried Hosannah who had laid their cloaks, the palms when he had ...
Where were the Hosannahs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Where were the hosannahs that rang out five days before there before Pilate the crowd calling for his blood Christ, ...
Choosing Barabbas (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The people, whipped up by the leaders shouting for his blood that he would be crucified Choosing Barabbas offering revolution ...
Of Power, of Corruption, of Servanthood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The three in the seat of power paths for each of our lives of power, of corruption, of servanthood Like ...
Two Sons (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Both of them "sons of the father" their names parallel but such different paths The revolutionary insurrectionist trying to overthrow ...
Through Violence, With Love (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Before Rome changing the world through violence with love The shackles of the prisoners offered the way of the world ...
Two Faces on the Coin (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The lessons of this scripture deep, layered meaning Each of them bearing with the name savior Each of them marked ...
A Fitting Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A fitting sky this morning the story continuing not bright and sunny like yesterday The sky dark and foreboding clouds ...
Jesus the Christ (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Choosing Jesus the Christ, the messiah the son of the living God Him will I follow leaving my possessions turning ...
Following Jesus (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Following Jesus, Mary's holy son Turning like Paul returning like the prodigal coming to the cross Following Jesus his way ...
Arousing Their Anger (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The righteous, the leaders in the things that he said their power crumbling as the people came to believe Arousing ...
Set Free While He Was Sentenced (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Barabbas and Jesus standing before Caesar Pilate only the proxy representing Roman power the crowd, the mob shouting "give us ...
His Choices on that Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
History forever changed by the choices he made that day the upper room, the garden, before the Sanhedrin, his trial ...
Before We can Celebrate (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Before the rising of our savior the joy of Easter morning coming face to face with the reality of his ...
Holy Martyrdom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Unlike those in this age blowing themselves up in the marketplace an image of martyrdom in the life of our ...
No Other Priest, No Other King (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like no other priest, no other king Christ walking, with us on the earth ancient, immortal, in heaven he reigns ...
We were the Silence (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We were the silence, complete, utter silence as the lord was captured, as he was judged, brought before Pilate as ...
We were the Whip (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We were the whip, the jeers, the scourging, the mocking of the soldiers bringing shame, pain, humiliation to the savior, ...
A Holy Week (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The king in celebration, on a donkey entered the holy city, of his ancestor David with palms and cloaks across ...
A Legacy of Blood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
And so was the transference, the owning the claiming of the death of the innocent passed from the denial of ...
Washing His Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Over and over he must have washed his hands trying to remove the stain, the tattoo of innocent blood blood ...
Pilate (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A man of power, without control an inquisitor questioned proconsul rebuked, challenged, An innocent king, brought before him, without stain, ...
Baptismal Waters (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Two pitchers, two bowls Two pair of hands of the pastor and the proconsul Metaphorical markers of a life well ...
To put this World down, like a Bundle — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
To put this World down, like a Bundle -- And walk steady, away, Requires Energy -- possibly Agony -- 'Tis ...
One crown that no one seeks (Emily Dickinson Poem)
One crown that no one seeks And yet the highest head Its isolation coveted Its stigma deified While Pontius Pilate ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Pilate’s Wife’s Dream (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...