Black Feathers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The juxtaposition the black upon white drawing me to it this strange sight Black feathers covered in white the crow ...
The juxtaposition the black upon white drawing me to it this strange sight Black feathers covered in white the crow ...
God at the center remembering his mercy his love for us receiving his sacrifice his blood, his body given on ...
Fellowship and friendship fun, family coming together in good noisy fashion the reunion of dear friends coming into view settling ...
The skin of the lake sliced not quite silently the fiberglass keel cutting the waves yet almost still after midnight ...
The earth at the beginning a true blue planet covered completely with endless seas shrouded with the waters under the ...
Not the food what enters none of these unclean all of these worthy Our hearts, our tongues the words of ...
The metaphor of food nothing unclean all who become believers, baptized with his blood All may enter all are worthy ...
In the land of Babylon away from their homes a message for the people God speaking to the captives Living ...
Simple food, the bread the wine more today symbols, of the Passover the birth, the Lord's last supper The giving, ...
We participate in communion in the sharing of the body and the blood when we are serving our brothers, our ...
We with them and they with us all of us sharing the one meal all of us at his table ...
Drinking the waters polluted waters of the world the world's values, agenda losing sight, focus on sources of strength real ...
Still waters, a place of rest a meadow green given by the king to sit at our shepherd's feet a ...
What names do I call you what is written on my heart my savior, my brother, my master these are ...
Choosing to walk, six-mile course beautiful, brilliant fall afternoon Very different than the daily struggle, walking they do, to find ...
In groups large, small, to share a few hours, a few dollars to walk, as they must, for food, for ...
Her little hand in mine, her mother's hand in the other joining together around the table saying grace, holding hands ...
So many times, like a teacher in a classroom choosing who will pray, over the food Their hands, their bodies ...
Around the table, smiles rising a prayer of grace, song from her mouth from their mouths, greeting God stopping the ...
Ours should be the words of Philip introducing the Christ, to those who do not know him Come and See. ...
The curtain ripped, the walls tumbling law fulfilled, obsolete divisions by works no more are we measured by the food ...
Words alone, even lofty, holy words will not change the state of poverty By word alone, no one will be ...
There is more than enough, more than enough food, water to sustain the planet, that poverty, that hunger would vanish ...
Out of the bounty, the wealth of our land a harvest each season, food for the millions gathered and stored, ...
Choosing to walk, the six-mile course of a beautiful, brilliant fall afternoon Very different than the daily struggle, walking they ...
Wanting so much to walk, for them, so they would have something to eat, some clean water to drink, that ...
We gather, in groups large and small, to share a few hours, a few dollars to walk, as they must, ...
Not by God directly, by the twelve, commissioned by the saints, seven, like them chosen, righteous, spirit-filled called to serve ...
Your garden, ripe with squash, with beans, soon to bear tomatoes, pumpkins other summer fruits ready for picking the bounty ...
In this sacred place, this holy ground a basket of summer fruits squashes from your garden fruits of labor, holy ...
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