The Stillness of Saturday (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An uneasy Sabbath not rest for the disciples the stillness of Saturday mourning, in silence Christ dead, in the grave ...
Poems about maundy (31 Poems)
Nothing of Saturday (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The gospels all silent none of them speaking of this the believers, the faithful on the sabbath nothing of Saturday ...
Embracing His Passion (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Only in walking where he stepped traveling with Jesus walking as a disciple with him only in slowing our steps ...
The Silence of Saturday (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The week not yet finished not yet the victory of Easter the joy of our Sunday when the Christ rose ...
Words of the Angel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Clothed in brilliant linen at the dawning of the day words of the angel to assuage their fears He is ...
Through the Door of the Cross (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His way, the path he chose his blood on the lintels passing through bloodied but unbowed walking, humble to the ...
Partaking of His Resurrection (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In following the Christ walking with him this week made holy by his submission following the will of God Partaking ...
Mindful of His Choosing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In gathering, solemn remembering the fateful night when the covenant was shared when he washed the disciples' feet Mindful of ...
Good from Evil (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In this moment the crucible of time Christ turning himself over giving himself into their hands consciously offering his life ...
An Act of Service (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not only in washing the feet the specifics of that act any act of service done in Christ's name for ...
Any Act (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Any act, serving one another foot washing the servants as a servant of God Following his example the master the ...
Sacrificially (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Giving, as a servant sacrificially offering an example of Christ like the washing of their feet Giving of ourselves our ...
Christ Serving Me (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sitting at the table waiting for the Passover sitting in the city of David preparing for the feast The wonder ...
The Towel at Our Waist (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Following his example our Lord and master becoming a servant humble before other men Serving one another walking humbly taking ...
Almost Ready (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The bloom almost ready the petals yet to unfurl The crocus, cobalt, nascent up through the soil The leaves at ...
Bleeding Limbs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Walking home from school early morning still past another house a birch, a sapling, by the edge of their yard, ...
A Dying Bloom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Nestled, sheltered against the warm brick the foundation of the church the dying bloom of the now lavender crocus Unfurled ...
In Darkening Shadows (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The holy week, the steps of the Christ in darkening shadows, leading inexorably foreboding, portending, the suffering the cross, the ...
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, ...
We were the Crown of Thorns (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We were the crown of thorns thrust onto our savior's brow the reed put into his hand, the purple robe ...
We were the Disciples (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We were the disciples, who betrayed, who doubted, who were confused We were the disciples, who ran We were Peter, ...
We were the Nails (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We were the nails, hammered into his body we were the wood of the cross, the weight of the shame ...
Without Easter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The cross, the sacrifice, the suffering taking on our sins, to reconcile us to the creator that is the story, ...
As Bold (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
As bold as they became through the birthing by the Spirit the transformation on Pentecost so were they scared, timid ...
Praying in the Garden (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sweat, pouring like blood off his furrowed brow choosing the agony death on the cross Bowed low in prayer in ...
Stripping the Church (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Little by little the things, the bible, the cross, the candles were carried out taken from the chancel out the ...
As the Church Went Dark (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Darkness closing in as the candles went dead piece of me wept the weight of my sin taking Christ through ...
Before the Flames (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
long before the flames of power forty days on they ran, scattered before the religious authorities timid sheep without a ...
In Silence We Left (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the last candle, the last of the story read the darkness of the sanctuary We left in silence Listening ...