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 ...
Poems about washing (34 Poems)
May Showers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We needed the break the change back from the heat too soon for the eighties scorched and hot cloudbursts, sheets ...
Waiting for the Morning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
(Thursday) A stark simple meal washing our feet stripping the church carrying out the Christ on the cross (Friday) Another ...
We carried the Christ (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A Maundy Thursday, dressed in black feeling more acutely perhaps meaning in the stripping, the solemn steps darkening the sanctuary, ...
Anointing Herself (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Joining herself with Him in her act of love for Him, her giving in anointing his feet joining as servant ...
Foot Washing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
No last supper, no holy meal, a foot washing, instead servanthood to the last washing their feet as a slave, ...
Her Hair (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her hair caressed, massaged washed his feet anointing oil, spread by her soft hair, washed with her tears, outpouring of ...
Extravagant Love (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Of Man, of Woman of the King We see the prodigal son, the fatted calf we see the fragrant oil ...
In Bodily Form (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We, the heirs, the brothers and sisters are to be as the dove, to land bodily on the saved, to ...
Dirty Water (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
"The Jordan River is muddy and cold, chills the body but not the soul", or so said our songs in ...
He said, “Come.” (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Heeding the simple command of his Master's voice instinctively, reflexively without thought or doubt stepping out in faith Being the ...
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, ...
Washing His Blood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the little room, off the sanctuary, the space where worship supplies were kept, a stack of white linen tablecloths, ...
A Year in Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A poem a day, for the past year flowing from the keys I press, the pen, the paper, the gift ...
The Geometry of Dishes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a giant game of blocks is the washing of dishes of a family of five even when only the ...
Finger Shower (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our little helper, all of three, upset I was washing the broiler pan - without her Move over Dad!, She ...
Shy Shy’s First Day (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Hair just so in her pretty pig tails Don't you know "How do I look, daddy?" Drips from her lips ...
Holy Water (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The divine was revealed made clean, prepared, anointed not with a crown; but with water not in the Temple but ...
Ballad of the Old Cypress (Tu Fu Poem)
In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its ...
A Servant to Servants (Robert Frost Poem)
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
Monte Carlo Memories (Anastasia Clark Poem)
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) (Jean Cocteau Poem)
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
Hen’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Among the orchard weeds, from every search, Snugly and sure, the old hen's nest is made, Who cackles every morning ...
All Distance (Erin Belieu Poem)
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
Washing the hoe (Yosa Buson Poem)
Washing the hoe-- ripples on the water; far off, wild ducks. (Yosa Buson)
Variations on ‘The short night (Yosa Buson Poems)
Below are eleven Buson haiku beginning with the phrase 'The short night--' The short night-- on the hairy caterpillar beads ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Romeo and Juliet (Richard Brautigan Poem)
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lovers washing ...
Songs For A Colored Singer (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...