The Rain Stopped

Raindrops, photo by Virgil Cayasa, from unsplash.com, March 5, 2017

The Rain Stopped 

The rain

began 

slowly

in droplets 

again

it fell

crystallizing 

the pace of the day

© March 10, 2017, RobbiePruitt

Out on the Horizon

Horizon, photo by Angie Chung, from Flickr, Creative Commons, April 15, 2014

Out on the Horizon

Out on the horizon
beyond light’s bend
and the water’s end
all will transcend

© February 3, 2017, Robbie Pruitt

Sky

Poem inspired by this sky photo by Jack Baumgartner. 

See more of Jack's work here: https://theschoolofthetransferofenergy.com

Sky

Blanketed down

On the horizon

To ground

Sky

Covered in quilted white

Upon fiery orange

Light


© November 23, 2016, Robbie Pruitt

Crave

"Moses Shown The Promised Land," by Benjamin West, from Wikiart.org

Crave

A land
Flowing
With life
Sweet and golden
Glowing
A nurturing nectar
Milky sweet
Life flows from the land
From the fountain

Of His hand

© November 21, 2016, Robbie Pruitt

"If the Lord delights in us, he will bring us into this land and give it to us, a land that flows with milk and honey." (Numbers 14:8, ESV)

Typewriters

Typewriter, photo by nicoleleec, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Write a poem about typewriters, for Mark.

Typewriters: for Mark and Joshua

Too many words
you leave
patiently inked
eloquently constructed
written in love
resourcefully
inscribed
in type.
Every machine has a story,
As real as the words you create.
Soulful. 

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Covenant Love

Promise, photo by Ken Sutton, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Covenant love: spire, reflection, wave, red, beard, moss

Covenant Love: for Barry

Covenant love,
as old as the beard of father time,
binding as moss to the oak tree,
sealed in red blood,
shed for you and for me,
lifted up in spire,
a wave of grace, promise, and love,
which will never tire,
in the reflection up above.

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Silence

Silence, photo by Sean MacEntee, from Flickr, Creative Common

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Poem on vibrant and personal worship

Silence: The Words of Worship: for Jim

When my words fail,
I sit in silence
as you sing over me.

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt


“The LORD your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing." –Zephaniah 3:17, NIV

Confidante

Painted Dance, photo by Shannon Kringen, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Confidante: twinkle eyes bare feet broom

Confidante: for Kimberly

We danced
in bare feet,
sweeping
as a broom
at twilight.
The twinkle
of our love filled eyes
lit up the room.

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Hugs

Hug, photo by Marco, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Title: Hugs

Words: trust, comfort, pain

Hugs: for Jesse

An embrace,
hugs, to hold,
to linger and remain,
to build the trust,
to comfort the pain.


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Joy

Creek waking, photo by SteveD91, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Joy, river, living, treasure, time, sweet, wisdom.

Joy: for Paige

The River flowed Life,
a living treasure,
gushing through time,
whispering sweet wisdom,
flooding joy—sublime.

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Glimpses

Glimpse, photo by Paul Englefield, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Title: Glimpses

Words: waiting, opportunity, choices

Glimpses: for Martha

We catch glimpses
of our heart’s desires,
when our souls take breath,
belabored and tired,
in aches of sorrow,
while waiting on tomorrow,
as opportunity gives way
in the choices displayed.

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Eavesdropping on the Divine

Resilience, photo by Chris Campbell, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Resilience. An overheard conversation. Soil.

Eavesdropping on the Divine: for Ed

We listened,
though we never meant to pry.
We wanted answers.
We needed to know why.

We heard, “The same soil that sprouted
the grass that withers,
and the flower that fades,
nurtures the Word—resilience.”


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

To the Ages

Through the years, photo by Dan Cook Archived, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Strength. Stress in older years.

To the Ages: for Vicki

The years and the stress
come with strength and resolve
bringing in wisdom untold
and joy as the story unfolds.

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Determination

Take Courage, photo by S Khan, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Determination

Determination: for Darlene

Determined,
she faces the night,
with grit and grace,
to face the fright.


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Hope

Hope, photo by Gedalya, AKA David Gott, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

A wing, a prayer, and hope.

Hope: for Linda

Hope sprouts wings,
she flies and she sings,
a prayer for tomorrow
the removal of all sorrow.

“Hope springs eternal,”
so the saying goes.
It’s because hope knows.

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Oceans

Ocean, photo by Victor, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Concept: oceans

I love the ocean. It is never ending, reminding me of God’s love for us.

Oceans: for Fay Love

The vastness of the oceans

spread wide as arms

open in longing for embrace.

The peaceful shoreline welcoming,

the silent breeze whispering His love,

the depths swallow—all forgiving.

As far as the east is from the west,

as wide as the current’s tide,

as deep as the oceans,

God’s love and forgiveness abides.

© April 3, 2016, Robbie Pruitt

“Once again you will have compassion on us. You will trample our sins under your feet and throw them into the depths of the ocean!” –Micah 7:19, NLT

“As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us.” –Psalm 103:12, NIV

Agape Love

Agape, photo by Marcelino Rapayla Jr., from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Concept: Agape Love

Agape Love: for Crysty

The true friend, the sister, the brother,

looks beyond the self and to the other.

The Christian’s love doth commune!

It spills out into service and makes room—

space and time, for people, the body, His bride—

God’s church—under His cross—under His steeple.

Agape love is broken as bread and intertwines.

It pours out in communion wine—in joy—as we dine.

Agape love is a feast of fellowship divine.

His life and love poured out for yours and for mine.

© April 2, 2016, Robbie Pruitt

Seeing the Flowers

Poppies on the Golan Heights, photo by Ian Scott, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Title: Seeing the Flowers

Concept: something about seeing the flowers instead of the mountains

Seeing the Flowers: for Elaine

The splendor of the rolling hills

and peaks captivated him for hours.

Their majesty and splendor towered.

She reflected. Through the windowpane,

flowers emerged, as the landscape waned

from brown, to green, to color stained.

The blooms blew gently in the spring breeze.

Their colors rolled in shades of red and purple hue.

“Look!” she exclaimed. He replied, “This mountain view!”

He saw the mountains, while she saw the flowers.

There is something about seeing

the flowers instead of the mountains.


© April 2, 2016, Robbie Pruitt

Healing Words

The Whisper, Photo by Brian Smithson, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry. 

Healing words

Healing Words: for Marcy

Healing words
They breathe life
Like balm and salve
They soothe
Nurturing the soul
Encouraging
They extol
Nurturing
They make us whole

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

God's Beautiful Gift To Us

Nativity Icon, Photo by Ted, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry. 

God's beautiful gift to us

God's Beautiful Gift To Us: for Fred

God's beautiful gift to us
Was wrapped small and tight
In swaddling clothes
In the star lit night

Heaven and earth collided
In manger and in stall
To reveal the love of God
For one and for all

God's beautiful gift to us
In a package humble and small
Ushers in God’s Kingdom
Giving life and restoration to the fall

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Harvest

Soybeans Ready for Harvest, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Title: Harvest

Words: autumn, sunrise, Jesus

Harvest: for Elizabeth

Autumn waits

For the sunrise

To usher in the spring

For planting and sewing

And then the harvest

The fruits Jesus would bring


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Fire

Photo courtesy of the artist. Copyright © 2012, [Jarid Lyfe Brown]. 
All rights reserved.  http://lyfestudio.com/projections/

Fire

Tongues set down like fire

on burning hearts

and burning desire.

Passion arises from within,

as the Spirit moves

and blows in the wind,

rushing over and in

and pouring out from within.

Fire! Let revival begin!


© January 19, 2016, Robbie Pruitt

In the Stillness of the Gaze

Photo of Haitian man, and inspiration, 
courtesy of the artist, Steven Baboun.

In the Stillness of the Gaze

So much emotion,

held in the stillness,

in the stare—in the gaze.

                                                                               

Beneath the armor of intimidation,

The Light breaches through the gaze,

through the stillness, through the resolution,

through the old age—through the haze.

The hope we hold, that when we are older,

our eyes speak our stories, and our stare reflects

the struggles, the successes, the scars,

the blood, the sweat, and the tears that are ours.


© December 28, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

My Name is Ash

Cry The Blood, by Jack Baumgartner, 

photo from The School of the Transfer of Energy

i am erth poetry

Based on Cry the Blood, i am erth, by Jack Baum

For a soundtrack to this poem, listen to the last track here.

My Name is Ash

From ashes to ashes

From dust to dust

When the mountain falls

We are crushed

Pummeled to dust and grave

Weary under the weathered

Parched and hostile land

We waited on the rain

The drop from heaven

That would spring The Garden

To new life from desolation

Broken over the rock of ground

And the sweat of the brow

My name called, as it knew how

© August 22, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

My friend Jack Baumgartner recently released his album “Cry The Blood”, from i am earth, Jack Baumgartner. This is a heartfelt and sacrificial work of pilgrimage. The blood sweat and tears in this music cries out in beautiful heart felt harmony. This work is organic in sound and is simply beautiful. I am moved. This is music for the soul. If you are going to buy an album this year, well, this one has breath and life in it. It cries the blood.

Visit Jack Baumgartner at The School of the Transfer of Energy here:

http://theschoolofthetransferofenergy.com

You may also purchase your copy of “Cry The Blood” from i-tunes here.

You may also purchase your copy of “Cry The Blood” from Amazon here.

Visit the webpage for “Cry The Blood” here:

http://theschoolofthetransferofenergy.com/i-am-erth/

Lift Erth Rise

Cry The Blood, by Jack Baumgartner, 

photo from The School of the Transfer of Energy

i am erth poetry

Based on Cry the Blood, i am erth, by Jack Baum

For a soundtrack to this poem, listen to the last track here.

Lift Erth Rise

All rises on the rhythm of time

Eternity and hope rises

Lifts from the expanse

Manifests from the divine dance

And rises from nothingness

From matter strewn swirl

And darkened and watery deep

There, the Ghost hovered

Until all did rise—lift erth—rise

© August 22, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

My friend Jack Baumgartner recently released his album “Cry The Blood”, from i am earth, Jack Baumgartner. This is a heartfelt and sacrificial work of pilgrimage. The blood sweat and tears in this music cries out in beautiful heart felt harmony. This work is organic in sound and is simply beautiful. I am moved. This is music for the soul. If you are going to buy an album this year, well, this one has breath and life in it. It cries the blood.

Visit Jack Baumgartner at The School of the Transfer of Energy here:

http://theschoolofthetransferofenergy.com

You may also purchase your copy of “Cry The Blood” from i-tunes here.

You may also purchase your copy of “Cry The Blood” from Amazon here.

Visit the webpage for “Cry The Blood” here:

http://theschoolofthetransferofenergy.com/i-am-erth/