In April (poem)

In April surprised by any old thing that should uproot itself and subvert the winter awakening to newness from sleep surprised each morning I, too, awake  words– thrown away by winds souls– slaughtered  by hatchets see—    but don’t see my heart left me— some night, long ago I wonder why in April the daffodils have … More In April (poem)

A Book Signing

I’m filled with gratitude with the opportunity to attend the Festival of Faith and Writing in Grand Rapids last week. It was the first time I attended, though as I wrote recently, I wanted to attend the past two times. One of my special possessions as a result of the conference is above. I’ve had … More A Book Signing

No “Wonder”…

  Tired, tired, everyone is tired. It almost sounds cliché. How can we all be so tired?  We are tired partly because everyone is busy, overstretched beyond our limits. We are tired because of the perception or idea that “being busy” is equivalent to being “successful”. Our culture and society value busyness and task-orientedness. We are … More No “Wonder”…

In the Depths…

  Can we be our own worst enemies? Do you think I haven’t said all those things to myself? Chastised myself over … this and that? Assailed myself over my own mistakes? And also these…not words spoken, but more often, those not spoken, me, tongue-tied at the thought of it… because I believed lies about … More In the Depths…

Striped (poem)

  Striped   I choke on dust, wreckage of world, and my crushed bones of existence. Painful agonies— what breathing soul is exempt from knowing? While the world continues doubling and halving its joys and sorrows, what of souls doubled over? Lines mark days— scratches on skin. Irrational love splits_____the cosmic lie for an irrational … More Striped (poem)

A Seder Dinner

      A few years ago, I felt inspired to have my own Seder Dinner. I read some materials and planned a whole meal, and invited one other family to join in the dinner. I even bought a special Seder plate for the occasion and goblet for the occasion (pictured above).     The … More A Seder Dinner

“Shared Hells: A Lenten Meditation” (essay by Peter Kreeft)

During the days and weeks leading up to Easter (Lent), I often like to pick up this little book titled “Bread and Wine: Readings for Lent and Easter.” One of the readings in the book which I have found meaningful and enjoyable is called “Shard Hells” by Peter Kreeft. Last year, I happily ran across … More “Shared Hells: A Lenten Meditation” (essay by Peter Kreeft)

The Making (A Lenten Poem)

  The Making   Scattered, broken particles must be remade after life on earth snaps, crushes each bone, sinew, and organ into first-born molecules   Dust catches in throat— chokes irrelevancy   Smeared ashes reconstruct into wooden cross beams unmade – made – remade   * © prasanta  February 2018 * * * *  

Beginnings

  It’s the place we come back to: the place we started. It’s the first step to any dream: taking a step, however small it might be. At the end of a task, we remember where we began, where it all started. An Olympic athlete looks back to those first attempts. A writer looks back … More Beginnings

More Than

    What I give: Barely. Enough.  What He gives? More than. When I’m fed up, I say, “I’ve had enough!” What He says? “I AM.” What I offer? Just. What He offers me? More than. It’s always this, Him giving more than, Him being more than. The equation– it doesn’t balance. No matter what, … More More Than

He is Here

The spirit hovered over the waters. Before it all began, His breath was here, blowing dreams into being. Mighty oaks, redwoods, the earth’s crater-bowls of oceans, large blocks of land, the unending sky… all were here in the beginning. He made it so. Creation still echoes in the canyons, bounces off clouds, softly lands in … More He is Here