by Prasanta | Sep 29, 2014 | Uncategorized
He is El Roi, the God who sees. He sees you, He sees me, and that is something I need to know. I need to know that. I need to know that God is writing my story… and He is writing yours. Sometimes, actually often, I can’t see the end or even...
by Prasanta | Sep 22, 2014 | Poetry
Caroline She threw her pearls like water, a chain of droplets Stuck in a moment of time Caught by the next passerby, the next wave of sunshine Don’t pause for a second because then the parade will have passed. This she knew, all too well. She swung her dress,...
by Prasanta | Sep 3, 2014 | Poetry
The Moon Clavier She hung her heart on the clothing line To drip the tears and let the pain air-dry The moon shone silver absorbing the shame And soothed her to sleep by singing her name Rest and dream, ‘tis the moon clavier’s song With his lullaby now,...
by Prasanta | Sep 1, 2014 | Family, Five Minute Friday
It happened in the Wal-Mart parking lot. My friend said it happened to her when she visited the beach after a long absence. I was expecting it to happen at the beach too. But for me, it was when I stepped out of the Wal-Mart in my hometown. All of a sudden it hit me,...
