Showing posts with label River. Show all posts
Showing posts with label River. Show all posts

Friday, April 15, 2016

Silence


Silence, photo by Sean MacEnteefrom 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

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

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

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

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Salt Creek

Photo by Bill Roth, courtesy of the photographer

Salt Creek

Twisted barbed wire
Like a crown of thorns
Calls back to a day forlorn

The weathered winter
And moss on the tree
Echo back from eternity

The roots spread
Into the mirrored glass
Of river—flowing past

Salt Creek flows ancient
As the ocean—Layered history
Rust, roots and rock—antiquity


© February 20, 2014, Robbie Pruitt


Poem inspired by photos and music by Jack Baumgartner: http://theschoolofthetransferofenergy.com/2014/02/20/salt-creek/