Listening to their grief (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The moment of service not seeking to fix things there in holy presence silent, with them listening to their grief ...
The moment of service not seeking to fix things there in holy presence silent, with them listening to their grief ...
The image of journey to understand our faith the living it out seeing God's face Walking with him confessing our ...
Whoever you are whatever your station your walk in this life whether or not in faith Christ died for you ...
Christ died for us knowing the pain choosing the cup taking on our stain That we would be cleansed washed ...
Oh so rich, resplendent the gift that God offers how he ached in the garden when they found their nakedness ...
Not wanting notice, attention not wanting to delay the Master she reached out to touch him just to be healed ...
So much of the power the strength in witness of that which we do not want that which he doesn't ...
The cup in the garden the words of his life bitterness in the knowing of the pain that he felt ...
Layers of memory a row of cups before him like Christ in the garden submitting to God in turn taking ...
There is power in the pain the struggles of our lives offering hope to others of the depths of God's ...
Sacrificial, out of his love sharing Christ humbly dredging the poison up the pain of those memories filling that awful ...
Knowing the pain, not wanting to remember, yet submitting himself like Christ to the cross Sharing his walk faithful through ...
One man's death though somewhat cathartic yet bringing the pain the loss back to the forefront One man's death hardly ...
Shuddering, bodily shaking Knowing the pain in sharing in giving voice to memory reliving this evil pain inflicted upon him ...
A quiet resolve a sense of some closure; but the pain still there our innocence gone Without cheering no joy ...
Drops of blood like the pressed olives heavy, falling Gethsemane wet with the sweat the anguish the pain of Christ ...
The world closing in gathered in silence in the gathering shadows we begin The day of his dying his sacrifice ...
His focus on her, on this brother her son dying the youngest apostle loving them both binding them together the ...
Sweat heavy, falling like blood alone in the night in a space set apart Christ's prayer in the garden to ...
Sometimes, in the scripture I hear the Prodigal the rest of the story written by Paul His need, his desire ...
Rising from the pen away from the pigs convicted of our sin wanting to live In the pit of that ...
Standing before the Legislature on the hallowed ground the Statehouse plaza the people gathered 'round. Standing to testify to offer ...
Pain not the end the culmination of our living the pit alone, the grave nothing more than this No there ...
Hurting our neighbors our sisters and brothers those crying out given short shrift Only a few seconds to plead their ...
Not something abstract the people who came before you crying out for assistance for dignity each day Crying for you ...
The need is greater than what we have funded long waiting lists and unfunded mandates Now in this cruel season ...
The poison of their anger revenge served cold gutting all social services far into the bone Cutting the advocates the ...
Our choices calling us out the hands of the sinful on the heads of the innocents making them the sacrifice ...
Like the animals in ancient Israel brought into the tabernacle to become the sacrifice The innocent, pure the animals unblemished ...
The choices being made to cut services for the poor, the disabled the aged, our family Tearing the fabric our ...
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