by Prasanta | Apr 26, 2016 | Poetry
I Go Among Trees by Wendell Berry I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them, asleep like cattle. Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight. What it...
by Prasanta | Apr 25, 2016 | God's love, Thankfulness
My son and I were en route to Cincinnati one day last week when the tire pressure light on the dashboard turned on. I “just happened” to be about a ½ mile from an exit, and I “just happened” to spot one of those large auto/truck gas stations at the exit, which happen...
by Prasanta | Apr 18, 2016 | Photogrpahy, Poetry, Spring
* Somewhere, winter is dying Winter is dying somewhere * We know it is time. The apple barrel is nearly empty And I am no longer muffled by the snow. * I am not sure what to do when spring comes; will I know where to step, will I sink in the grass...
by Prasanta | Apr 11, 2016 | Poetry, Spring
I can see a slight tinge of yellow on the daffodils, and though the winter cold is still lingering on, I know that spring is on its way. To celebrate the arrival of spring, and because April is National Poetry Month, here a couple of poems written by William...
by Prasanta | Apr 5, 2016 | Beauty, Change, Jesus, Love, the cross
“What Will a Life Magnify?” Did Jesus practice gratitude as he walked to calvary? As people spat and spurned, did he continue to give thanks to God the father? When he was so greatly burdened, bowed down with the heavy load, bruised, agonizing, and all he...