and went with them (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
the risen Christ walking with them Cleopas and the other on the road to Emmaus on their way home Christ ...
the risen Christ walking with them Cleopas and the other on the road to Emmaus on their way home Christ ...
In ending this season this time in ministry handing the baton off to some unnamed others to continue the work ...
Each of us journeying following the path each of us gathering carrying our cross We are the other disciple unnamed, ...
None of us strangers unnamed relations those who need us our compassion that need a helping hands They are our ...
The rich man was every man anonymous, unnamed yet the beggar was given a name that we remember the truth ...
A message in the words chosen the way the story unfolds the journey, the dusty road the stranger, awareness coming ...
We are there, walking with Christ with Cleopas unnamed disciples walking our path our journey to Emmaus to that moment ...
We are called, our lives revealed our days written in this story in this journey of faith leading home Into ...
Like the unnamed disciple like them on the Emmaus road leaving the sanctuary the safe place of community going home, ...
Only one of them on that dusty Emmaus road given a name, identity we are able, led, to put ourselves ...
With Cleopas, walking home on the Road to Emmaus Leaving Jerusalem, on a journey traveling from the city of David ...
Unlike the first twelve, the eleven disciples alive after the crucifixion the disciples unnamed. we know the rest of his ...
A woman, unnamed but remembered for her act of love, of faith spend money, extravagantly lavished costly nard, oil on ...
The pastor spoke of bit players of the people in the story, the word of God with small, sometimes unnamed ...
It was a brave day under an endlessly clear sky that extended forever from our valley to the unfathomably distant ...
a stone at dawn cold water in the basin these walls' rough plaster imageless after the hammering of so much ...
The Vanishing They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers, Where Youth resorts, but come to me, For mine's a garden of faded ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
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