by Prasanta | Dec 18, 2016 | Poetry
Snow-flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends...
by Prasanta | Dec 16, 2016 | Poetry, Quotes
Below are some inspiring and beautiful quotes by Pulitzer Prize winning poet, Mary Oliver. *********************************************************************** “Listen. Are you breathing and calling it a life?” “Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made...
by Prasanta | Dec 13, 2016 | Advent, Hope, Jesus, Journey, Joy, Pain, Path, Truth
38 “How many loaves do you have?” he asked. “Go and see.” When they found out, they said, “Five—and two fish.” 39 Then Jesus directed them to have all the people sit down in groups on the green grass. 40 So they sat down in groups of hundreds and...
by Prasanta | Dec 12, 2016 | Christianity, Faith
If you are a regular reader, you know that I am a debate coach, and my kids participate in Team Policy Debate. For the past 4-5 years, we have tried to attend one debate camp each summer. It gives us a jumpstart on the upcoming season, information about the new...
by Prasanta | Dec 9, 2016 | Poetry
Freely Roam You know I long to roam, at my will Like wildlife and buffalo In the wild backdrop of forested hills I see herds on the path, just downhill Past steaming springs, bubbling above ground It makes me long to roam, at my will I hike...
by Prasanta | Dec 8, 2016 | Poetry, Uncategorized
My window-pane is starred with frost, The world is bitter cold to-night, The moon is cruel, and the wind Is like a two-edged sword to smite. God pity all the homeless ones, The beggars pacing to and fro. God pity all the poor to-night Who walk the lamp-lit streets of...
by Prasanta | Dec 6, 2016 | Pain, Poetry
Is it better to fall slowly since the landing will hurt – or is faster better? Pain, either way How far is it to the moon? Who will catch remnants of a collision with dust still falling? Dust embers ignite, sear souls, leave smoldering sands in their wake To...
by Prasanta | Dec 2, 2016 | Faith, Immigrant Stories, Immigration, Journey, Memoir
Born in another country, in a lush, diverse land that boasts the Himalayas and verdant tea hills, I was very sick. My parents placed me in a Christian hospital as a newborn, the Frances Newton Mission Hospital in Ferozepur, India. (Many years ago, when I visited, we...