by Prasanta | Jan 30, 2018 | Poetry
“I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.” –Pablo Neruda Translated by Mark Eisner Sonnet 17 ***
by Prasanta | Jan 29, 2018 | Devotions, Prayer
It’s the place we come back to: the place we started. It’s the first step to any dream: taking a step, however small it might be. At the end of a task, we remember where we began, where it all started. An Olympic athlete looks back to those first...
by Prasanta | Jan 26, 2018 | Giving, God's love, Hope
What I give: Barely. Enough. What He gives? More than. When I’m fed up, I say, “I’ve had enough!” What He says? “I AM.” What I offer? Just. What He offers me? More than. It’s always this, Him giving more than,...
by Prasanta | Jan 23, 2018 | Friend, Writers, Writing
We all need a creative outlet. We all need a safe place. Writers need to write. Writers need a safe place to write. We all need a safe place to be ourselves. We all need a safe place to mouth off. We all need a safe place to cry. True friends...
by Prasanta | Jan 23, 2018 | Beauty, God, God's Faithfulness, God's promises, Promises
The spirit hovered over the waters. Before it all began, His breath was here, blowing dreams into being. Mighty oaks, redwoods, the earth’s crater-bowls of oceans, large blocks of land, the unending sky… all were here in the beginning. He made it so. Creation still...
by Prasanta | Jan 21, 2018 | Learning
My older son asked me a question a few days ago: What is the difference between empathy and sympathy? He already had been thinking about the question, and had some answers of his own. He’s been reading some books (he’s an avid reader) on various topics...
by Prasanta | Jan 19, 2018 | Art, Poetry
Piano Practice by Rainer Maria Rilke The summer hums. The afternoon fatigues; she breathed her crisp white dress distractedly and put into it that sharply etched etude her impatience for a reality that could come: tomorrow, this evening–, that perhaps was...
by Prasanta | Jan 16, 2018 | Poetry
A lovely afternoon would be sitting with a friend and reading books next to a raging fire Tell me… What books would you bring? Stack them here So I can pick them up One by one And read What delights you Best friends— (is this meaning defined in dictionaries— a blank...
by Prasanta | Jan 12, 2018 | Poetry
Silence for too long and no no words for far too long no answering the phone (then and now) when light finally broke through escape from prison she spoke but didn’t speak unable to speak hiding away resting, recovering from a month of savagery she now cries,...
by Prasanta | Jan 11, 2018 | Poetry
Some things are certain (what I know) Others uncertain (I don’t know what you’re thinking) . . . Some know how to love— (you—beautiful you—from what I perceive and believe) — and I’m certain about certain facts such as ( ) And others don’t know how to love...
