by Prasanta | Jul 23, 2016 | Poetry, Uncategorized
I discovered the lake that summer Deliberately arriving to see stars at midnight Reflecting like white diamonds In silken waters I heard the crickets Familiar, comforting sound Lulled me to sleep as a child Like a soft, summer rain Under lacy pines...
by Prasanta | Jul 8, 2016 | Poetry, Uncategorized
It was a snap-decision Pretty soon fog and mirrors Multiplied I couldn’t discern the way out Something true, something lovely, Something good, something excellent Existed – outside the fun maze. From where had I come? Mazes are lonely places A strange sort of...
by Prasanta | Jun 7, 2016 | Uncategorized
I always enjoy visiting my neighbor, who is 99 years old. He is still as sharp as a tack. I learn so much, he is like a walking history book. His memory is so sharp and keen. I often can’t remember what I ate for lunch yesterday, but he remembers dates,...
by Prasanta | Mar 21, 2016 | Uncategorized
On this day, the first day of Spring, I remember God’s faithfulness. After a cold winter, signs of spring are bursting forth. Spring reminds me that in a troubled world, God’s word is trustworthy. Amidst uncertainties in the future, whether it be...
by Prasanta | Mar 2, 2016 | Poetry, Uncategorized
Lucy and the Chocolate Listen– it’s easy, she can handle it Moving along quite splendidly But it gets faster, bit by bit And though they ought to quit This redhead does not so gingerly Listen— it’s easy, she can handle it This...
by Prasanta | Feb 4, 2016 | Uncategorized
I remember when I first identified myself as a writer. Or rather, when someone else identified me as one. I was in 7th grade. My English teacher asked to speak to me after class. I made good grades. Usually never any trouble. The model student. What could this...
by Prasanta | Jan 15, 2016 | Uncategorized
Andalusian Dream Closing my eyes to find the cobalt sky reaching down to touch the sea, not knowing whither it ends or begins Searching along the shore near Malaga I hear her shoes tapping like we were back in Seville and buying dresses off the streets...
by Prasanta | Dec 25, 2015 | Advent, Jesus, Uncategorized
After the waiting, the seeking, the hoping, the receiving, the rejoicing, is a time to rest. No more striving, no more hoping, no more seeking, no more waiting. It is the time to simply rest. We are, in a sense, in a long sabbath rest. We are in a time of resting even...
by Prasanta | Dec 22, 2015 | Advent, Uncategorized
Can you remember a time when you expectantly waited for something for days, weeks, months, even years? And when you finally received that thing which you hoped for, do you remember the joy that followed? Last week, I wrote about hope . After hope, comes the...
by Prasanta | Dec 13, 2015 | Home, Poetry, Uncategorized
When Home It isn’t simply the camellias or dogwoods that draw me home but a string that pulls, pushes Appalachia aside and drags me under the Chattahoochee with the catfish. I resurface in the creek down the street, catch my breath on a blanket of pine...
