by Prasanta | Apr 26, 2018 | peace, Perspective, Poetry, Quotes, Rest, scripture, Spring, Time
I write these words on a day in late April, the half-gray sky with muted sunshine. The grass is a mild shade of green and the snow has melted, though mini icebergs remain where plows stacked the snow into piles. April is a season of change; a transition from one...
by Prasanta | Apr 25, 2018 | Children, Daughter, Growing up the South, Memories, Poetry, Spring, Uncategorized
April is National Poetry Month. As I’ve mentioned here before, however, every month is poetry month for me. 🙂 To celebrate these last few days in April, National Poetry Month, and the first signs of spring, I will post some poetry (some by others, some of...
by Prasanta | Apr 24, 2018 | Poetry, poetry by others, Spring
Over The Land Is April – Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson Over the land is April, Over my heart a rose; Over the high, brown mountain The sound of singing goes. Say, love, do you hear me, Hear my sonnets ring? Over the high, brown mountain, Love,...
by Prasanta | Apr 23, 2018 | 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 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 | Apr 18, 2018 | Poetry, Spring
Stifled, choked tendrils Ears strain toward greening silence April snow showers © prasanta April 2018 Picture source: pixabay ...
by Prasanta | Mar 11, 2018 | Devotions, God's Faithfulness, God's love, God's promises, God's Word, grace, Growth, Hope, Jesus, Learning, Lent, Lenten Meditation, Life, Poetry, poetry by others, Spring, Summer
My life is not a neatly planted hedge of planned events; it is, rather, a messy string of occurrences which the Lord is using to graciously teach me what He wants me to know. Anything that has happened out of my control is still in the Lord’s hands and in His...
by Prasanta | May 30, 2017 | Spring, Summer, Uncategorized, Writing
I was awake early enough to hear the first birdsong of the day. I looked out the window in the moments between night and dawn, into a silver blue mist floating in the almost-darkness. I am continuously amazed that green grass and flowers do grow after winter. 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 | May 14, 2017 | Beauty, Creation, flowers, God's Faithfulness, scripture, Seasons, Spring
Beautiful and soft breezes abounded yesterday, and there was no other choice but to be outdoors wrapped in those very warm wafts of mild air. I pulled out dozens of alien beasts (invasive weeds) from the flower garden in the front yard. Some strange sort of plant that...
