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 | 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 21, 2018 | Quotes, Writing
This is one of my favorite writing quotes. It offers a wonderful visual picture of seeking precision with words. As Mark Twain says, “The difference between the almost right word & the right word is really a large matter–it’s the...
by Prasanta | Feb 28, 2018 | Quotes, Writing
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by Prasanta | Jan 1, 2018 | Photos, Quotes, Words
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.” — T.S. Eliot //...
by Prasanta | Dec 5, 2017 | Poetry, Quotes
by Prasanta | Nov 22, 2017 | Books, Quotes
One of my favorite books is The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis. I remember his descriptions of heaven in this book were something new and interesting to me. The entire story was imaginative and descriptive and introduced new thoughts about heaven, hell, reality, color,...
by Prasanta | Nov 17, 2017 | Poetry, Purpose, Quotes, Writing
West Wind #2 You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without any doubt, I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me. Lift the oars from the water,...
by Prasanta | Nov 14, 2017 | Photos, Poetry, Quotes
“November–with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes–days...
