by Prasanta | Apr 13, 2019 | Jesus, Lent, Poetry
This Bread I Break By Dylan Thomas This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree ‘Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wind at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape’s joy. Once in this wine the summer blood Knocked in the flesh that decked...
by Prasanta | Jan 13, 2019 | Future, Photogrpahy, Photos, Quotes
I’m living just as the century ends. A great leaf, that God and you and I have covered with writing turns now, overhead, in strange hands. We feel the sweep of it like a wind. We see the brightness of a new page where everything yet can happen. — Rainer...
by Prasanta | Apr 26, 2016 | Poetry
I Go Among Trees by Wendell Berry I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them, asleep like cattle. Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight. What it...
by Prasanta | Nov 26, 2015 | Poetry, Thankfulness, Uncategorized
The Peace of Wild Things By Wendell Berry When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great...
