Discover Prompts
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Its “Happening” !
What are you feeling right now? You’ve waited. Waited long enough. Waited as the bud grew into a tree that snapped. You burned, burnt out..you thought; & waited for that Promise from Heaven to come true, but It seemed to run Itself out of sight. Now the eyes inside you, once shut tight, they peek… Continue reading
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The Silent Stories of Rain: A Coffee Shop Reflection
The rain fell in the steps outside Crown Coffee. It fell in the trees and on the girl lying in the steps of Crown with her baby. Then the rain fell on truck loads of somethings, and it fell in the slush and gutter and in nice shoes getting off a grey cab, and going… Continue reading
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What’d you let go – for Peace with God?
2. Let go of words that destroy my purpose(things I’ve/ others’ ve said that try break down my very existence) 3. Let go the version of me that is controlled by xyz, (if they even try) 4. Remember that every thing in the Now, the Present, Future, Past, is temporary. Eternity awaits, right here 5.… Continue reading
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till its not too late
After the panic and scramble, a nation sits down to grieve a Flight that fell from the skies this week. No survivors except one man who made it out, he doesn’t know how but he did. His eyes keep looking to the sky. Superman one Newsline calls him. And what do we say to the… Continue reading
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The Shape of aPrayer
7 am, liquid gold dawn after a night of some rain; I’m praying shut eyed. The shape of such prayers are wordless- is Wordless a shape? Its an Emotion, and today it is palpable. I’m praying like someone leans on a strong wall. Or like running into Refuge in a storm What can I say,… Continue reading
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The Voice
10 am., today in a tiny chapel, a newly installed bell rang out. We stepped in thru’ fresh cement front step; this place was being renovated. Padre TS was nervous, it was his first wedding in church English: he dropped his notes, his fingers shook. We all exchanged careful grins. Light filtered in through monsoon… Continue reading
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Per- severe *
FMF Writers :* if we’re not socio-paths, we are shy, or bored, or somethings else. I cannot read your mind, often my own avoids me. Like she hides in shelves and waits till others leave, before clearing her throat or humming to get my attention. The toughest errand for my head is perseverance but am… Continue reading
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I treasure Lessons* Earned
These* are my personal belongings. You’ll find them stitched away in the jaws of my silence. Or in the hedges of moments, pickling Quiet. These are my Treasury, my sole belongings. This is Where I meet Christ everyday, every turn. 🌷 Bookleaf Publishers, My Amazon Link 🌷 Continue reading
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Extra miles!
Our son Yona is a young dude today, a head turner. Charmer. Go out with him you get the best seats, view, the warmest cheer, not because he’s blind, but because he knows exactly how to communicate wirh folks, either in words, or in quiet grace. He is honest but tender. Weak eyes can hear… Continue reading
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For I am persuaded …!
Trish* just recovering from surgery is back home now, her lovely face underlined with strength : the joy of clear reports slightly overshadowed by surgery. “It was too much for me to think of myself, so I just focused on my Lord. Listened to music, worshipped. I did not ask for healing, but for patience… Continue reading
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even if
Settle it in, exhale, intake, consume Gratitude, even if the sun is ice, & stars tire, or birds forget melodies: all day, just rest, arrest the heart in every right place – every little piece of time- a bouquet fat with deliberate thanksgiving…all day Continue reading
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My burden is Light
Be a little light, a meteor, a star, a speck of fire in the dark, don’t be the dark, pl don’t, that’s too lonely, yes, no, we can’t be Light all by ourself, we’re too selfish. True Light, it gives, gives. Remember the manger, the stable, remember the Cross. That’s the real thing. We can’t… Continue reading
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December Ember
“What can I say?” Said little Teardrop, to the Seribud Deer. “Say nothing, then,” He replied, un jumbling Hisself in her eyes, and she knew He spelled. ‘B- r-u-i-s-e-d, R-e-e-d ‘ for ‘Seribud Deer’, wheeeeh! Tear Drop glowed out loud: He was really Bruised broken for her- she understood that her little or long words… Continue reading
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Two much!
Two things struck me today as I headed home from a Mall where everything went wrong, except for the sweet old lady at the escalator, she had two bags and a grin, maybe at the fact that she was just plain happy I don’t know. I’ve been suspicious of Escalators. Yea I know – I’m… Continue reading
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Colours of the Heart
Do check ‘Mere Inkling: Colors-of-heaven & CS Lewis,’ not a casual read, it provokes sensories. What’s heaven like- what are we ? What Divide binds us together? What Great Divorce reverses our cataracts with Lens that sees thru’ all blindness? “Thirst was made for water; inquiry for truth” C.S.Lewis. The great divorce QUOTES – Prasanta Verma.com… Continue reading
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Have you been so in awe, you didn’t take enough pics?
have you been startled by stone step inscription touching your feet, almost pleading attention -the sun, a pure white 37° , it feels like 47; and it hits me in the place where humans store our spirit: am stepping in Era that halved history : BC/AD! Light falls in slabs of Words. Everyone is quiet,… Continue reading
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Miracle of a scar
Scary when they tell you your retina is thinned out in the centre???? These Babes are never wrong. White coats, glossy black sweet bat girl frames, mid 30s? I’m muttering prayer in my teeth. Turns out its just the Macula scar I’ve had: 15 million blind in India, I get a piece of that miracle… Continue reading
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Say
I write for a group of writers :Five minute Friday and this week we ‘Say‘ in five minutes, what’s between our fingers, asking to be said. I’m thinking of Ghezu a local Dancer and she was good to feature on a video shoot for my daughter, but we got the feeling she was holding back,… Continue reading
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Prisoner of Hope
#WDYS An earth, arrested by her own love for all her species. A Love nothing can destroy: not every last sting of hate, not every last sword – it just keeps her alive: Love: It mutates, re-surrects what all else might kill, for True Love kindles Hope kindles her billion billion pieces of dying Prayers… Continue reading
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We, look for You
Like sunflowers to the sun: You lookin for me to look for You. Who’d’ve thought Creation forever stalks its Creator: even in our vilest cuss, we Address You: We know that we look for You, to blame, or occasionally bless: like a moon to the sun, we watch/ orb Your orbit a whirl to Your… Continue reading
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24 hour cycles to Eternity
Every Midnight tells the Dawn – you’re dead gone. The Dawn says nothing just Rises. Continue reading
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The Power of a Bruise
Portrait of a Bruise that, though makes one feel small, connects us to the mystery, of the transformative power of faith. Ot captures the beauty of the vulnerable to new beginning in the Garden with Christ. Continue reading
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WORD FALL
Vinepress3 my bloodshadows are thick with a thousand generations of man, but Your Vine saps me to the Word ~like swords strip my thorn Oh Vibe of Heaven in my branch, awoken, rising startled. 🧤 Impression from* Marks Gospel 2 Sapling from wilderness grafted into Christ. “Sap” His Word . His wound , as from the… Continue reading
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The Language of Love
For a few months, I wrote for an NGO that rehabilitates Burns victims. Young women, eyes like stars, lips sealed with somethings too beautiful to easily make sentences. Each of these Survivors startled me with a reality too stark to estimate. Zara*(names changed), Mini, Kayini…. today they are healing from even internal scars that could’ve… Continue reading
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Unbroken ?
There’s a growing distance between Us all; it is Louder than the guns of war. Continue reading
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Last week, 2023
Blogmate Mou asks my recipe of the season: We’ve just got back from totally southern appam/coconut milk, chutneys with steaming idlis, prawn stirred rice, mint soup, pickled baby mangoes and stew. Mou asked for one recipe- I have too many stoves in my head, too many Flavors and spices. Will need to sort out head… Continue reading
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Creative or Conned
December rears and revs! Leaves pregnant with mist, they ask to be seen. There are messages from another territory: the dew, a neighbors’ tears, a vendors smile. Woman in gold blouse with ruby lips, and broken eyes. Man in dead voice. Trees, cars, tables in this maddening crowd turning turning like seasons of our soul.… Continue reading
