by Prasanta | Jul 12, 2017 | Poetry, Summer
Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring by William Shakespeare From you have I been absent in...
by Prasanta | Jul 10, 2017 | Beauty, Faithfulness, God's Faithfulness, God's promises, Pain, Quotes, Summer, Writing
i caught a tiny wisp of the song of the hills, my memory bringing it up before me, the song i was surrounded with. if I had paid more attention when i was younger, perhaps i could recall it now, the very song, for now it is simply a memory without the music. i...
by Prasanta | Jun 21, 2017 | Poetry, Summer
Today is the first day of summer, the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. Because summer is so short here in the Midwest, and gray clouds hang gloomily for much of the year, the blue skies and bright sun are a welcome sight. The earth is alive and bursting...
by Prasanta | Jun 18, 2017 | God's love, God's Word, Hope, Song Lyrics, Summer, Writing
God has promises not only for our lives today, but also for our future. Today may be dark and uncertain, but we do have hope for something beautiful. Some (or perhaps much) of that future goodness may only be known and understood on the other side of this earth. In...
by Prasanta | Jun 12, 2017 | God, Purpose, Summer, Writing
It feels like the middle here. This is where we have to choose, while here in this middle ground. The “middle” can possess some negative connotations: “Don’t get caught in the middle…The middle child…” It’s like sitting...
by Prasanta | Jun 9, 2017 | Summer
I saw my neighbor outside last night with her dog, so I walked over to say hi. Her dog is a Corgi named Ferris (after Ferris Bueller), but he is also named after the scientific term for Iron (Fe), because Ferris is a little bit reddish (and my neighbor...
by Prasanta | Jun 6, 2017 | Summer, Writing
Faithfulness in writing brings a fruit, a knowing, a kind of reward. Writing is a cycle, with phases, just like the moon. There are times of darkness and times of illumination. The moon has no light of its own. It reflects the light of the sun. On our own, we...
by Prasanta | May 31, 2017 | Summer, Treasures, Walking, Writing
“Caminar es atesorar” “To walk is to gather treasure” – Spanish Proverb What treasures have you gathered today? * *
by Prasanta | May 30, 2017 | Spring, Summer, Uncategorized, Writing
I was awake early enough to hear the first birdsong of the day. I looked out the window in the moments between night and dawn, into a silver blue mist floating in the almost-darkness. I am continuously amazed that green grass and flowers do grow after winter. I...
by Prasanta | Jun 18, 2014 | Journey, Poetry
Driving through the Hills of Pennsylvania Somewhere between Toledo and Leesburg I left them behind Driving through the hills of Pennsylvania Tumbling into valleys Pummeling east I see them approaching Catch them after crossing the Potomac The straps of the...
