The Morsel of Bread (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What must he have felt, sharing in the meal the invocation, the intoning of the words these words of the ...
What must he have felt, sharing in the meal the invocation, the intoning of the words these words of the ...
The words of the Rabbi, the teacher the one who walked on the earth turning the tables on the powerful, ...
(In the Crowd) On the Road to Emmaus three walked, deep in conversation animated words exchanged as they walked along ...
Dipping the bread, his body into the wine, his blood so was the betrayer, the one who gave him over ...
Our acts, our loving words become the fragrance of Christ The spirit-filled consciousness of the loving lamb of God Memory-laden ...
He was their seminary their rigorous, personalize training more than apprentices, they were getting the first-person account of the greatest ...
Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how Dull Hearts ...
Maskt as honours, insult like behaving missiles homes. I bow, & grunt 'Thank you. I'm glad you could come so ...
While his wife earned the living, Rabbi Henry studied the Torah, writing commentaries more likely to be burnt than printed. ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
Rabbi, we Gadarenes Are not ascetics; we are fond of wealth and possessions. Love, as You call it, we obviate ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
Dire one and desired one, Savior, sentencer-- In an old allegory you would carry A chained alphabet of tokens: Ankh ...
The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fog Uncurling over the tainted city river, A young girl rowing and her anxious ...
We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of 'em, And ...
Sleeping-bagged in a duplex wing with fleas, in rock-cleft or building radar bats are darkness in miniature, their whole face ...
This night is irredeemable. Where you are, it is still bright. At the gates of Jerusalem, a black sun is ...
Some people find out they are Jews. They can't believe it. Thy had always hated Jews. As children they had ...
(1) Caressing my tender breasts, his left hand's on the steering wheel, and his right hand is firmly tucked away ...
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