by Prasanta | Apr 13, 2019 | Jesus, Lent, Poetry
This Bread I Break By Dylan Thomas This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree ‘Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wind at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape’s joy. Once in this wine the summer blood Knocked in the flesh that decked...
by Prasanta | Mar 8, 2019 | Lent, Poetry, poetry by others, Uncategorized
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day by Gerard Manley Hopkins I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! And more must, in yet longer light’s delay. With witness...
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 | 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 | Jul 28, 2017 | Poetry, poetry by others
God’s Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have...
by Prasanta | Mar 24, 2017 | Poetry, Spring
Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins Nothing is so beautiful as Spring – When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and...
by Prasanta | May 15, 2016 | Poetry, Quotes, Spring
“For winter’s rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green...
