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

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

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

Grace Like Waves

Labadee, Haiti, photo from Flickr, by Jorge in Brazil

Grace Like Waves

Grace gently rises

With the waves

As she splashes and plays

With smiles and laughter

In the puddle of the ocean


© September 29, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

Graceful Moon

Graceful Moon

The silent white tuft of moon

Hangs in quietness in blue

Observing my love of you

“Grace, I love the moon,

And I love you,

But I love you more than the moon.”

© January 30, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

In trailing robes of white and palest blue. 

Photo by @sage_solar, from Flickr, Creative Commons

Stones

Photo of The Stoning (Woman Caught in Adultery) (2007), 
by Jack Baumgartner, 
from http://theschoolofthetransferofenergy.com/

“Jesus said to her, ‘Woman, where are they? Did no one condemn you?’ She said, ‘No one, Lord.’ And Jesus said, ‘I do not condemn you, either. Go. From now on sin no more.’” –John 8:10-11

Stones

(John 8:1-11)

The crowd gathers

I’m naked and alone

Fists full of stones

Rotten to my bones

Sand sketches—judgment

Guilt and shame

Bends the soul and stretches

I am to blame

Cast the first stone

Is this why you came?

To end a sinner

An adulterer by name

Arms raise

In condemnation

In self righteous exaltation

And prideful praise 

The shadows loom

Head hung low, the hair veils

The shadow, the judgment,

The sure doom

Those who seek justice

Comfort in the law

They are the judge and jury

In themselves they find no fault at all

From the first sinner to the last,

No stones are cast

They fall to the ground and fade

You spoke grace. You wrote, “paid.”


© February 7, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

Pour

Pouring Liquid Gold, photo by The Puzzler

Pour

Soaked in

Love

Filled within

Then poured

Out again

© January 4, 2012, Robbie Pruitt

“But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that, having been justified by his grace, we might become heirs having the hope of eternal life.” –Titus 3:4-7

This poem, Pour, was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, August 20, 2013. To see more poems submitted to Open Link Night, please visit the site here. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.

Softly Signaling Life

“I Am Alive!” photo by Robbie Pruitt, © March 18, 2013

Softly Signaling Life

The little one bumps

In Morse code

Throughout the night

My hand rests gently

Listening intently to her

Trying to decipher babblings

From within the womb

Softly—through her mother’s skin

Until we both fade to sleep again


© March 18, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

This poem, Softly Signaling Life, was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, March 19, 2013. To see more poems submitted, please visit the site. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems here.

Wine from Water Flows

Water to Wine image from Google Images here

Wine from Water Flows
(John 2:1-12)

Empty vessels
Strewn about
Eager anticipation
Alongside emptiness
Without

And then the Wine
Flowed
From the Water
Divine

Religion and ritual
Fade to celebration
The best saved for last
Abundance and grace
In stark contrast


© October 25, 2012, Robbie Pruitt


This poem was submitted for the TweetSpeak Poetry prompt offered on Monday by Seth Haines here at Gluhwein Memories.

This poem, Wine from Water Flows, was also submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. To see more poems submitted, please visit the site. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.