by Prasanta | Nov 22, 2016 | Poetry, Prayer
It is not simply for evening breeze, dark pond, lustrous inky sky, hum of crickets, cool grass, evensong of creatures, that she emerges. It is the lure of soul awakening, nudging, prodding, drawing her into depths visible only at night. She roams moon-soaked fields,...
by Prasanta | Oct 28, 2016 | Poetry
Beautifully curling upward, Cupping droplets that land on its skin I take my finger, wipe the drop Leaving a skirmish behind The autumn leaf is like a heart Turned toward heaven Changing colors, singing in its death— I wonder, Leaf, how many songs have you sung? * I...
by Prasanta | Oct 11, 2016 | Poetry, Uncategorized
AUTUMN The leaves are falling, falling as from far, as though above were withering farthest gardens; they fall with a denying attitude. And night by night, down into solitude, the heavy earth falls far from every star. We are all falling. This hand’s falling too...
by Prasanta | Nov 17, 2010 | Freedom, God's love, Holy Spirit, Journey, Kindness, Love, Path, Poetry, Quotes
Here’s a little poem I saw posted on someone else’s blog and I really liked it, and wanted to share it with you: I’d rather see a sermon than hear one any day I’d rather one would...
