by Prasanta | Apr 29, 2017 | Prayer, Promises, Psalms
1 Keep me safe, my God, for in you I take refuge. 2 I say to the Lord, “You are my Lord; apart from you I have no good thing.” Psalm 16:1-2 But You, O Lord, be merciful to me…. Psalm 41:10 All my longings lie open before you, Lord; my sighing...
by Prasanta | Apr 28, 2017 | Longing
So there are these voices in your head, there are these unfulfilled longings, and other secret pains and not-so-secret pains each day. And you feel it, you see it: such a beautiful world, such a beautiful but fallen, broken world that you live in, and...
by Prasanta | Apr 26, 2017 | Books, Rainy Days
I pass by this little free library when I take walks. Someone did a really nice job making this one. Occasionally, I open the cabinet doors to peek inside. It is usually full of books of all kinds. I haven’t taken anything to read, but I like to see what...
by Prasanta | Apr 25, 2017 | Psalms
Here are some verses that I’ve read and prayed in times of uncertainty, pain, and difficulty… the plight of the human condition has been the same… our sinful natures, our hearts and minds needing God… and the Psalms have some words that...
by Prasanta | Apr 22, 2017 | Poetry, Spring
In April surprised by any old thing that should uproot itself and subvert the winter awakening to newness from sleep surprised each morning I, too, awake words– thrown away by winds souls– slaughtered by hatchets see— but don’t see my heart left me—...
by Prasanta | Apr 18, 2017 | Home, Homesick, Memoir, Memories, Spring, trees
The trees are already dressed in early spring shades of green. The skies are a clear, bright blue, the sun is shining golden. The weather is perfect; warm but not too warm, with the brush of gentle breezes. Spring is awake and alive in mid-April in the deep...
by Prasanta | Apr 16, 2017 | Jesus, Poetry, Resurrection
Easter Sunday is a day of celebration and joy. We celebrate the gift of life, Jesus’ resurrection, and the defeat of death! A Better Resurrection by Christina Rosetti I have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is...
by Prasanta | Apr 13, 2017 | Jesus, Lent, Poetry, Song Lyrics
Brier (Good Friday) By E. Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake) Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm Bends back the brier that edges life’s long way, That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm, I do not feel the thorns so much to-day. Because I never knew your...
by Prasanta | Apr 10, 2017 | Beauty, Change, Christ, Jesus, Love, the cross
Every Easter, I like to repost this blog post that I first wrote in 2011. Hope you enjoy it. Did Jesus practice eucharisteo 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...
by Prasanta | Apr 9, 2017 | Poetry
Scar on the Cheek The kiss on the cheek planted swift, turns to thorny scratch, burns long and thin, drips red on black dirt. Fragile petals live a breath away, a thin vein from death. Roses keep distant, far from drawn swords ready to impale petal-skin. Repent and...
