by Prasanta | Feb 28, 2017 | God's Word, Jesus
For He satisfies the longing soul, And fills the hungry soul with goodness. ~ Psalm 107:9 (NKJV) I’m thinking about this verse… I read it in various translations, but I do like the one above. The NIV says this: for he satisfies the thirsty and fills...
by Prasanta | Feb 20, 2017 | Haiku, Poetry
Awake (poem) nowhere safe—sunlight seeps, permeates crevices— deep corners awake © prasanta 2/2017 * Picture taken on a hike in the Black Mountain, NC area. Black Mountain is part of the Appalachian Mountain Range extending from the Blue...
by Prasanta | Feb 14, 2017 | Art, Beauty, Brokenness, Christianity, God's love, Jesus, Life, Loss
I wrote about Armando Valladares last week, and surprisingly, a few days ago, I found out my son had read his book, Against All Hope, a couple of years ago. My son was practicing an intro for one of his speeches, I was listening/critiquing, and I was surprised to hear...
by Prasanta | Feb 9, 2017 | music, Prayer
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by Prasanta | Feb 8, 2017 | Poetry
The Day is Done By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through...
by Prasanta | Feb 7, 2017 | Blogging, Writing
A few months ago, in October, I participated in something called “write31”, which is essentially a link-up for anyone who wanted to blog each day during the month of October. I blogged daily, writing a series on communication. I don’t think anyone...
by Prasanta | Feb 6, 2017 | Knowing Jesus, Writing
I read an article recently that I cannot forget. It is the true story of a man named Armando Valladares who was sent to prison under Castor’s reign in Cuba. He was arrested in 1960 at the age of 23, and given a thirty year sentence. He was offered...
by Prasanta | Feb 5, 2017 | Poetry
The Journey by Mary Oliver One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each...
