by Prasanta | Jan 20, 2019 | Community, Death, Friend, Journey, Pain, Relationships
Just last month, on Dec. 1, my two boys and I ate birthday cake with our neighbor, Mr. B., on the occasion of his 102nd birthday. His caretaker (a family friend of his actually) called us and said she was going to surprise him with a cake and invited us to join in. So...
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 | 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 ….
by Prasanta | Apr 22, 2018 | Pain, Quotes, sorrow, Spring, Time
” April was just beginning, and after the warm spring day it turned cooler, slightly frosty, and a breath of spring could be felt in the soft, cold air… And everyone was silent, deep in thought, everything around was welcoming, young, so near— the...
by Prasanta | Nov 27, 2017 | Books, grace, Pain, Quotes
A Crazy, Holy Grace: The Healing Power of Pain and Memory by Frederick Buechner Book Review* I recently finished reading a newly released title by Frederick Buechner called A Crazy, Holy Grace: The Healing Power of Pain and Memory. Most of the book is not entirely...
by Prasanta | Oct 30, 2017 | Pain, Purpose, Quotes
There are times when it might be difficult to know what “good” might come out of certain circumstances in our lives, particularly if those circumstances aren’t so “good”. This is a part of the faith walk that I cannot see: I trust (and often must make the choice to...
by Prasanta | Jul 10, 2017 | Beauty, Faithfulness, God's Faithfulness, God's promises, Pain, Quotes, Summer, Writing
i caught a tiny wisp of the song of the hills, my memory bringing it up before me, the song i was surrounded with. if I had paid more attention when i was younger, perhaps i could recall it now, the very song, for now it is simply a memory without the music. i...
by Prasanta | May 23, 2017 | flowers, Gospel, Growth, Journey, Pain, Path, Poetry, Purpose, Seasons, Spring
As blades shoot upward Break through the dirt It can hurt, you know Perhaps they are Oblivious to pain Or perhaps they endure This birth This purpose This emergence This existence For simply A few sunrises A few sunsets And some rain and sun In the in-between When...
by Prasanta | Apr 6, 2017 | Jesus, Journal, Lent, Loneliness, Pain, Prayer
Sometimes, I’m just not ready to walk in the door of my house after my weekly Bible study. Sometimes, I need some time to think before walking in and facing whatever it is waiting for me, which usually includes a pile of dirty dishes. I don’t want to see...
by Prasanta | Dec 28, 2016 | Brokenness, Love, Pain, Poetry
Snow-Fall A single snowflake Floats weightless, airy But millions of flakes falling Land heavy, bring a roof crashing down Branches bend Dip underneath heavy snow Crack and break Descend on a cold hard ground In the stillness of night, do you hear The echo piercing...
