Showing posts with label Blood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blood. Show all posts

Saturday, April 16, 2016

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

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Lifeblood



Lifeblood

The embodied Word bleeds
When one speaks it
It pours out in hemorrhage
Giving Life for those who seek it.


© January 30, 2015, Robbie Pruitt


Blood, photo by Mate Marschalko, from Flickr, Creative Commons

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Shroud



Shroud

The river runs red
Scarlet like a cord
Through a curtain
A garment of our Lord
Crimson and Purple
And Gold and dread
From thorn and head
Blood poured out—Royalty
In color and in crown
Until split in two—dead
And fallen to the ground


© January 30, 2015, Robbie Pruitt


Cross in Crown of Thorns, photo by Doug1021, from Flickr, Creative Commons

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Judas: Blood Cries from the Ground

Cain Killing Able, photo by gabork, from Creative Commons

Judas: Blood Cries from the Ground

Judas—The Potter’s Field
Drips with the blood
Of this tree’s yield
Your Brother’s blood
It cries out—Judas—
From the ground
As in the days of Able—
The day of Cain’s betrayal.
He offered the perfect sacrifice
But yours would not suffice
And it cries from the ground
Below the burst of the noose
Where your life was bound.
Redemption was won on another tree,
—Judas—Bought by the blood of Calvary
A perfect sacrifice for eternity
He is His brother’s keeper
In this—This is His perfect chivalry


© February 11, 2014, Robbie Pruitt