Vespers

Robbie PruittJuly 12, 2018

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Vespers

written by: Robbie Pruitt

@robbiepruitt

In the evening’s glow
you walk with me
whispering all I need to know
revealing all you delight to show.

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Robbie Pruitt

Robbie Pruitt is a poet who loves Jesus, ministry, the great outdoors, writing poetry, and writing about discipleship, and leadership.

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Vespers - July 12, 2018
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I'm 35, I'm from Newark, DE, and I was named after an actor. I'm bipolar, I'm an activist, and I put my beliefs into my stories. I think that we can use fiction to convey a sad truth, like Steinbeck used to do. My biggest influences are Richard Matheson, Ambrose Bierce, and John Steinbeck. I'm indebted to my friend, Amy, who gave me my first idea and wouldn't let me give up. I owe everything to her and all of my friends who not only cheer me on everyday, but have helped me discover myself.

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He, with his Elvis-era sideburns and tortured knee, and she, with her dirty floral dress and dusty high tops, crouched beside the short scrub, tending to their sweat.
Clyde remembered his grandfather well. Mateo was a writer of some repute in their village, and he sometimes seemed to be a wide-awake dreamer. He had kindness in his eyes and a muscular timber in his voice.
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