by Prasanta | Dec 6, 2018 | Advent, Christ, Poetry
“…for who can endure the day of his coming?” ~ Malachi 3:2 When an angel snapped the old thin threads of speech with an untimely birth announcement, slit the seemly cloth of an even more blessed event with shears of miracle, invaded the privacy...
by Prasanta | Apr 17, 2018 | Books, Conference, Poetry, poetry by others, Words, Writers, Writing
I’m filled with gratitude with the opportunity to attend the Festival of Faith and Writing in Grand Rapids last week. It was the first time I attended, though as I wrote recently, I wanted to attend the past two times. One of my special possessions as a result...
by Prasanta | Dec 23, 2016 | Advent, Poetry, Quotes, Uncategorized
Mary’s Song Blue homespun and the bend of my breast keep warm this small hot naked star fallen to my arms. (Rest … you who have had so far to come.) Now nearness satisfies the body of God sweetly. Quiet he lies whose vigor hurled a universe. He sleeps whose...
by Prasanta | Dec 22, 2016 | Advent, Poetry
Breath When, in the cavern darkness, Jesus opened his small, bleating mouth (even before his eyes widened to the supple world his lungs had sighed into being), did he intuit how hungrily the lungs gasp? Did he begin, then, to love the way air sighs as it brushes in...
by Prasanta | Dec 21, 2016 | Advent, Poetry
“…for who can endure the day of his coming?” ~ Malachi 3:2 When an angel snapped the old thin threads of speech with an untimely birth announcement, slit the seemly cloth of an even more blessed event with shears of miracle, invaded the privacy...
by Prasanta | Dec 19, 2016 | Advent, Jesus, Poetry, Uncategorized
I came across a few poems from Luci Shaw and Madeleine L’Engle recently, and will be posting a poem each day this week leading up to Christmas from one of them. Below is one I particularly enjoyed. I tried searching for some artwork, but I could not find...
