The Living Among the Dead

Whitewashed Tombs photo from biblesharingonline.wordpress.com

The Living Among the Dead

I am white washed tombs
doom and gloom
theory of the swoon
I am dead man’s bones
naked and alone
outside gleaming
white washed and beaming
inside hollow and echoes
I am . . . live among the cemeteries
tombstone headrests and chains
lifeless, empty, broken remains
broken and blood stained

Why am I
looking for the living
among the dead?
the tombs are empty
the dead have raised
enough said

clothed and in my right mind
I am life given
resurrected
death adverse
He broke the curse
shattered my chains
given life to these remains

I Am Resurrection and Life
He calls me out by name
grave clothes drop
death and the curse . . . they stop
I am . . . new life given
born again
I am broken free from sin
. . . Spirit filled within


© 2010, Robbie Pruitt

Born From Death’s Scorn

Seed, photo by the yes man, from Flickr

“Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.” –John 12:24

"What shape waits in the seed of you?" –David Whyte

Born From Death’s Scorn

What longs to be born from the seed?

What shape waits in the seed of you?

What will emerge from the soil?

What will break through?

“Unless a seed falls to the ground and dies . . .”

We will never see resurrection with these eyes.

© March 28, 2013, Robbie Pruitt