by Prasanta | May 31, 2018 | Five Minute Friday, Humility, Kindness, Writing
i will tell you now how pausing is kindness. pausing is the white space, white space around words. pausing is the margins on a page, a space created around words. pausing is the comma. it is catching one’s breath at the end of a...
by Prasanta | May 28, 2018 | Poetry
Lanterns They sleep peacefully here, hiding silvery secrets under thick, worn skin A whisper emerges from shadows, among rows of granite Quivering souls— now stilled The spirit of outstretched hands shakes in all seasons I feel the grip of hope, salute the...
by Prasanta | May 26, 2018 | Beauty, flowers, Poetry, Quotes, Seasons, Spring, Uncategorized
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes. I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration Of...
by Prasanta | May 23, 2018 | Beauty, Poetry, Spring, Uncategorized
“Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair Our Speculations of the Foreigner! Some know Him whom We knew— Sweet Wonder— A Nature be Where Saints, and our plain going Neighbor Keep May!” – Emily Dickinson, Besides This May, #977,...
by Prasanta | May 23, 2018 | God's love, Hope, Prayer, Psalms, Redemption
Let the Redeemed of the Lord Say So 107 Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever! 2 Let the redeemed of the Lord say so, whom he has redeemed from trouble[a] 3 and gathered in from the lands, from the east...
by Prasanta | May 21, 2018 | Depression, God, God's Faithfulness, God's love, God's Protection, God's Word, Hope, Loneliness, Loss, Psalms, Shelter
Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know. – Jeremiah 33:3 (NIV) Call to me and I will answer you, and will tell you great and hidden things that you have not known. – Jeremiah 33:3...
by Prasanta | May 17, 2018 | Beauty, Poetry, Quotes, Seasons, Spring, Uncategorized
In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning,...
by Prasanta | May 15, 2018 | God's love, Journey, Memories, Mothers, Prayer, Purpose, Story, Thankfulness
A few days ago I participated in a prompt on Twitter called “storytweeting”. The theme was “breath”. I shared a story, and it ended up a bit long… as in 18-20 tweets long. Wowza. The word count was almost 800 when I added up the words in...
by Prasanta | May 11, 2018 | Art, Mothering, Mothers, Painting, Poetry
I wrote the poem below several years ago; I share it here once again for Mother’s Day. The Longing Arms Emptiness filled now and spilling when arms hold and hush the long anticipated one- sweet love requited. Did I know how empty they were- my...
by Prasanta | May 9, 2018 | Poetry, Thankfulness, Time
EVERY DAY My hundred-year-old next-door neighbor told me: Every day is a good day *if you have it.* I had to think about that a minute. She said, Every day is a present someone left at your birthday place at the table. Trust me! It may not feel like...
