by Prasanta | Jan 20, 2022 | Hope
An Airport Scare I was in the Atlanta airport just before Thanksgiving week when rumors of an active shooter circulated, forcing all inside to evacuate. I had dropped off my luggage with the skycap in front of the terminal, something I usually don’t do, but there was...
by Prasanta | Aug 9, 2020 | Hope, Inspiration, Poetry, poetry by others, speaking, Writers, Writing, writing journey
Hi Writing Friends! I’m honored to be leading a Breakout Session at the Breathe Writers Conference this fall! The session (and conference) will be virtual this year. Below is the summary for my session: Writing from Exile: Finding Hope Amidst...
by Prasanta | Apr 9, 2020 | Change, Christ, Christianity, Cross, God's love, Hope, Jesus, Lent, Love, Mercy, the cross
Did Jesus practice eucharisteo* as he walked to Calvary? As people spat and spurned, did he continue to give thanks to God the father? Did he continue to give thanks as he was so greatly burdened, bowed down with the heavy load, bruised, agonizing, and all he could...
by Prasanta | Dec 31, 2019 | Hope, Poetry, Purpose, Redemption
On New Years Eve, people all over the world celebrate the dawn and hope of a new beginning. One never knows what lies ahead, at the cusp of a new year. One thing is certain: there will be both joys and sorrows. I could never have predicted the year I have had. 2019...
by Prasanta | May 6, 2019 | Hope, Spring
I spotted this little surprise by the front door a few days ago. In the darkness, a little bit of hope waits quietly. When uncertainties, questions, and unknowns linger in our minds, this little picture of spring is a mess that will arrive at the right time, a promise...
by Prasanta | Apr 17, 2019 | Change, Christ, Christianity, Cross, God's love, Hope, Jesus, Lent, Love, Mercy, the cross
Did Jesus practice eucharisteo* as he walked to Calvary? As people spat and spurned, did he continue to give thanks to God the father? Did he continue to give thanks as he was so greatly burdened, bowed down with the heavy load, bruised, agonizing, and all he could...
by Prasanta | Mar 21, 2019 | Faith, Five Minute Friday, Home, Hope, Identity
I stare at the honey-colored wood floors beneath my feet. My eyes travel up to the walls, the painted walls of a pleasing forest green. I didn’t paint these walls. I walk outdoors, bundled up in layers of clothing, making sure to wear gloves and a hat. The gray...
by Prasanta | Dec 18, 2018 | Beauty, Christmas, creative nonfiction, Faith, Five Minute Friday, Hope, Journey, Nature, Pain, Purpose, soul, Stillness, Wonder, Writing, writing journey
Verb. Adverb. Noun. Adjective. Conjunction. This word “still”. I am here still. I am walking still. I am breathing still. I am thinking still. I am living still. Still the sun shines. Still she smiles. Be still. The leaves have fallen; still hope remains. In...
by Prasanta | Nov 12, 2018 | Creation, Five Minute Friday, grace, Hope, Poetry, Promises, Seasons, Walking
I said to the gem surviving beneath the season’s first sheath of ice and snow, “you are my favorite” because the world walked by and did not notice you . I stopped and noticed your tenacity insistence to live and not die buried under indifference of snow and...
by Prasanta | Jun 13, 2018 | Hope, Pain, Poetry, Redemption, sorrow
I choke on dust, wreckage of world, and my crushed bones of existence… Read the rest of the poem, posted today on Altarwork ….
