Living in Pandemic Time

We’ve heard of kairos time and chronos time. Maybe, tongue in cheek, now we have “pandemic time”. Indeed, how do we define time during a pandemic? There is the slow, thick movement of monotonous days at home during quarantines. Simultaneously, there is the sense of...

December Solstice (poem)

Solstice darkness is greater, longer than sun’s extended rays which reach my fingertips eight minutes later than when they first sizzled out of their thermogenic home This electromagnetic radiation warms cool blue earth invisibly touches my skin In the chill of...

April Snow (Haiku)

        Stifled, choked tendrils Ears strain toward greening silence April snow showers     © prasanta April 2018   Picture source: pixabay  ...

december solstice (poem)

Official first day of winter– the solstice when darkness is bigger, greater, longer than the sun’s extended rays which reach my fingertips eight minutes later than when they first sizzled out of their thermogenic home This electromagnetic radiation reaches the...

Drive to Nowhere

Sometimes, I’m just not ready to walk in the door of my house after my weekly Bible study. Sometimes, I need some time to think before walking in and facing whatever it is waiting for me, which usually includes a pile of dirty dishes. I don’t want to see...

Broken Bread

  38 “How many loaves do you have?” he asked. “Go and see.” When they found out, they said, “Five—and two fish.” 39 Then Jesus directed them to have all the people sit down in groups on the green grass. 40 So they sat down in groups of hundreds and...

Autumn Leaf (Poem)

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...

Advent {A Time to Wait}

Are you waiting for something, or someone, to arrive this Christmas? What are you most looking forward to this Christmas?  Perhaps it is the arrival of a loved one, or time with family and friends. Perhaps you are waiting on a special gift. Perhaps you are looking...

Waiting

Waiting White bell-shaped blooms bend slightly Paying homage to depths beneath Crisp grass forged upward Through a deep darkness By a cataclysmic split Of a tiny seed The ground brims With tiny creatures wiggling Rummaging about the vastness Of open space, displaced...

Unwrapped

At the cusp of an awaited day, during this season of Advent, we await the coming one. And maybe you are waiting, too, on something — perhaps some news, or something to happen. I am waiting, too. As much as I would like to know the future and God’s plans for so...