by Prasanta | Aug 20, 2014 | Letter
Well, here you are, younger me. Look at you. I wish I still had your younger skin. You will graduate high school, then college, then get married, get a job, have some kids… a basic sort of plan for most folks. Life holds some very pleasant things in your future. But...
by Prasanta | Aug 16, 2014 | Five Minute Friday, Words
Only one more year is left. One more year. I have your lifetime of memories stored away, and you have your own memories of the past years until now, and we share many of those same memories. If I could go back through the years, I know what I would do and say...
by Prasanta | Aug 15, 2014 | Poetry
Fried Green Tomato Heart The outside, crispy, fried, like onion ring The inside, tangy meat and juicy sweet Dinner fare of southern peasant and king All, at dignity’s table, dine and meet Cloth-covered picnic tables, drink wine, sing Raise arms, clink cups, spin...
by Prasanta | Aug 11, 2014 | Poetry
Unclaimed Dreadful when green waters Expel their contents, spewing Onto fields nearby, Curled in fetal position– Failure Forsaken in passionate youth, Or anytime– Untidy. The sun shone It always does– Illuminating innocent faces Waiting in...
by Prasanta | Aug 8, 2014 | Fear, Five Minute Friday, Hope, Jesus, Persecution
I read about it in the news. You have, too. The places where chaos and confusion and persecution have erupted. I am thinking of our Christian brothers and sisters in Iraq, and how an extremist faction has taken over and is filling the people with fear. One day,...
by Prasanta | Aug 7, 2014 | Poetry
Casting Watching waves crest and sink Surfing down summer’s summit They cast time-worn nets Catch fleeting dreams before they slip and enfold into deep waters– Before they meld into sandy shore Pulling out enough for the current day They sift through the...
by Prasanta | Aug 6, 2014 | Five Minute Friday, Holy Spirit, Prayer
It’s the place we come back to: the place we started. It’s the first step to any dream: taking a step, however small it might be. Famous people often refer back to this place, where they first started; where they began, whether a politician or movie star...
