God Filled the Church (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
With tears pouring down my face, washing down into my mouth wide open singing, praying, believing in the power of ...
With tears pouring down my face, washing down into my mouth wide open singing, praying, believing in the power of ...
We needed the break the change back from the heat too soon for the eighties scorched and hot cloudbursts, sheets ...
(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, ...
Joining herself with Him in her act of love for Him, her giving in anointing his feet joining as servant ...
No last supper, no holy meal, a foot washing, instead servanthood to the last washing their feet as a slave, ...
Her hair caressed, massaged washed his feet anointing oil, spread by her soft hair, washed with her tears, outpouring of ...
Of Man, of Woman of the King We see the prodigal son, the fatted calf we see the fragrant oil ...
We, the heirs, the brothers and sisters are to be as the dove, to land bodily on the saved, to ...
"The Jordan River is muddy and cold, chills the body but not the soul", or so said our songs in ...
Heeding the simple command of his Master's voice instinctively, reflexively without thought or doubt stepping out in faith Being the ...
Over and over he must have washed his hands trying to remove the stain, the tattoo of innocent blood blood ...
A man of power, without control an inquisitor questioned proconsul rebuked, challenged, An innocent king, brought before him, without stain, ...
In the little room, off the sanctuary, the space where worship supplies were kept, a stack of white linen tablecloths, ...
A poem a day, for the past year flowing from the keys I press, the pen, the paper, the gift ...
Like a giant game of blocks is the washing of dishes of a family of five even when only the ...
Our little helper, all of three, upset I was washing the broiler pan - without her Move over Dad!, She ...
Hair just so in her pretty pig tails Don't you know "How do I look, daddy?" Drips from her lips ...
The divine was revealed made clean, prepared, anointed not with a crown; but with water not in the Temple but ...
In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
We took turns Watching seagulls there Walking on A tilted shore Of ancient waves And modern ships Sparkling in a ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
Among the orchard weeds, from every search, Snugly and sure, the old hen's nest is made, Who cackles every morning ...
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
Washing the hoe-- ripples on the water; far off, wild ducks. (Yosa Buson)
Below are eleven Buson haiku beginning with the phrase 'The short night--' The short night-- on the hairy caterpillar beads ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lovers washing ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
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