by Prasanta | Nov 28, 2016 | Home Education, Resurrection
Last Saturday, my two boys and I packed the car, left at 6am, drove 850 miles, and arrived at 6:30 pm at my parents’ house, in time for dinner, and a few days before my siblings and families were scheduled to arrive for Thanksgiving. We had a long car ride (I...
by Prasanta | Nov 22, 2016 | Poetry, Prayer
It is not simply for evening breeze, dark pond, lustrous inky sky, hum of crickets, cool grass, evensong of creatures, that she emerges. It is the lure of soul awakening, nudging, prodding, drawing her into depths visible only at night. She roams moon-soaked fields,...
by Prasanta | Nov 21, 2016 | Home, Poetry
Going Home Sweetness drips, roosts on the edge of the blade, and my feet aren’t hurt. Finding a multitude at any given moment, I am undone, orbiting on an imaginary hammock, swinging and creating my own breeze. I gaze up to see the v-shaped geese, flying to the same...
by Prasanta | Nov 17, 2016 | Kindness, Poetry
Small Things He smiles through wrinkles She’s in the nursing home now A tear slides down his cheek He brushes it away She doesn’t see He pushes the wheelchair Slowly up the ramp he had built So she could visit her home And he’s never in his home anymore Because he’s...
by Prasanta | Nov 16, 2016 | Prayer, Quotes
I cannot do this alone. O God, early in the morning I cry to you. Help me to pray And to concentrate my thoughts on you; I cannot do this alone. In me there is darkness, But with you there is light; I am lonely, but you do not leave me; I am feeble in heart; but with...
by Prasanta | Nov 9, 2016 | Poetry, Prayer, Quotes, Writing
by Prasanta | Nov 4, 2016 | Journal, Poetry, Uncategorized
Just down the street a bit, there is a wooden bench right by the river. I do not come here as often as I should, or as often as I think about coming. Yet, I have come in all the seasons, except winter; it is not so easy to linger in the winter. Besides the two male...
