A High Priest and Mediator (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
No, God spoke not with Aaron, the high priest, the appointed line of the tribes. No, God did not receive ...
No, God spoke not with Aaron, the high priest, the appointed line of the tribes. No, God did not receive ...
They were like putty In his hands, transfixed Watching intently, The movement of his hands, Manipulating, molding, changing, Rechanging the ...
A small token, a tithe, or less given to the provider, the creator in acknowledgement of the provided; a living ...
Her hands extended, strain of the weight at the end of each offering plates full of our meager gifts hands ...
Hope came, in the birth of the Son to bring hope to the people, waiting for so long for the ...
A homeless prophet in mission to his people, to a broken world. Offering no comfort to those who would join ...
Made him to be sin, stained with our blood the read stain of our unfaithfulness, washed over him coloring him ...
He was our witness, one of our elders, telling a tapestry reading the threads of the story different fibers woven ...
He spoke from the pulpit of a life of service; but really as a witness to faith what it means ...
An anonymous reciprocal grain offering, giving in love for the brother, who each believed more deserving, more worthy for the ...
He was hungry, so very hungry no food, no drink, nothing for forty days, forty long hot nights in the ...
Oh to be like John, John Wesley our founder, the beginning of the faith to see the miners, the men ...
A season coming marked by ashes, solemn gray, balck marks of a cross, a smudge, imprinted merging with oil, with ...
They ran/walked purposely, eagerly from the chancel into the sanctuary, out between the pews, by the rows of smiling adults, ...
These were the words they chanted, prayed together, the six voices joined in a round following the metronome of his ...
Urging a blessing on a humble table using the litany we know so well, the words He used, the night ...
We all sin, we all fall short, we all need grace grace boundless and unending, grace to redeem to bring ...
I rose to ask a question feeling unsure, a bit ill at ease like Bob Cratchett asking for coal or ...
Hands joined in humble, reverent prayer around the tables of our meeting praying for comfort and release for our friend ...
Like the Magi, We are each on the journey a quest for the king Ourselves the treasure, the metal, the ...
It nests in the hollow of my pelvis, I carry it with both hands, as if offering my stomach, as ...
Here at the world's end the cold winds are beginning to blow. What messages have you for me, my master? ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake, a pasty Syrian with a few words of English ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead, ...
Exhilaration -- is within -- There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand The Soul achieves ...
By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven -- So martyrs albums ...
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