Life
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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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Generations of Verse!
Alice Aunty is feisty and bright eyed at 94+ in purple+pink saree. (She tailored that blouse, and says my Ma taught her..) Chennai is sizzling as we visit her airy first floor Living room, with son Selvan S. (Theologian)- cousin bro has her doe eyes, grand daughter Blessy too. My Dad had them, and his 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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Collections
I am the product of pages of trees; of yards, fenced indefinitely. Ages stack themselves in my DNA, they rhyme with their reasons, like seasons, they change, exchange space, re-defining me. Every day is a century -full, ripe with prayers someone prayed: I collect prayers, we all do. Like it or not prayers cluster our Continue reading
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“Sticks& stones’ll break my bones but words’ll never harm me?!”
“Hiraeth” – (welsh origin) the definition in pic below: did I even know this exists? I have a secret place within, I’ve discovered more recently: called it my Vineyard of Healing. Sorely needed it these past few weeks. 2+ didn’t get my poetry. Few ‘get’ poetry. Its fine, but why the nasty, on repeat, to 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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Nervous!
“Don’t.” She says. It isn’t just a warning, it is a rifle pointed right in my nose. We were 12 and 13, and now decades later Kila is still saying that to me; she knows what kicks me raw in the gut where I keep intuition but now am flinging it out the window – Continue reading
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Holy Week lasts forever
Without You, I am a flicker in the wind, precious, fleeting earthling, in space, held by Grace Held by Grace, held by Grace In shelves of galaxies, of the Mind… In the dawn of awakening, let me out of my tombs, my stone cold, out into the open where all creation knows, knows, knows You Continue reading
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The most fun way to exercise heart, is Blog about preciousness !
we do not have one good pic together: so I made one from decades ago, when. (I’m the messy one, blue) she is gorgeous, supermom, angel all rolled in one – how on earth’d we ever call us Twins? The heart has ways of reaching in our spirits and making twin souls, esp in our Continue reading
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run like you feel it
Why I still love the Olympics, is that tho’ they’ve fine tuned every muscle they can, the final act is unscripted, absolute, real, unedited, emotion, life, death, the dying, birthed again, all in one combustion, yes? I’ve never watched Shooters, Archers, but this time I couldn’t take my eyes off Manu Bakker, ah the focus Continue reading
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‘Polished Arrow’ my Book is Live!
Young Ema, a social outcaste, addict and loner, in 100 pages of graphic hurt, Free Verse, & Grace… Grace & Pain are personalized. They have arms and faces, they’re not exactly what we think. There’s Lies (Slie) – of the cathedral of ash; SeribudDeer, aka The Bruised Reed. I still see alphabets in reverse, a Continue reading
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Heartravellers
had a lovely day- my sisters were home after a longgg stretch- travelled back in time, up stairwell of lighthouse. We flew down to our village beach and surfed lanes, then ran up to the sky, where a seagull swooped on Thandala, the fisher girl we knew – swooped on her basket of mackerel, her Continue reading
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The Power of Story
FMF Writers, Prompt Pursue. Uncle Thoma insisted I write short story; he was a Journalist “Write love stories, hate stories, don’t stop” Pursuing is a whole different revolution around the sun. Now just when my eyes are not so great, the Nudge returns. Write! Uh, not easy. My retina need breaks now and then, or 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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Evidence of things not seen:
Faith. It mixes sun, moon stars, galaxies together; laughs at our definitions of ills, our calculations at insecurities. Faith eats lions, crushes dusks. It opens the Iris, and dances our feet where angels and demons fear to tread; is our basic instinct, most abused; Faith: buried under the dust of the stars we shut in Continue reading
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Not-so-Passive Aggression
Last week 7 pm, we saw this young man on the sidewalk, dressed for the season, complete with red glowing horns. “Jitender Kumar,” he said his name was, when I asked him. He was selling little green umbrellas lit up for our diwali that’s just finished. We bought one of the green things, then he Continue reading
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Bought with a Price
November is gold this morning, 6 am, every leaf, gold .. My ginger tea has pepper in it, cardamon, cinnamon, recommended by Sarti, a friend who knows about allergies, ( my allergies to all anti inflammatories, even in oils, lemon, soaps, Vitamin Cs, ugh. Ginger kills histamine but is also an anti inflammatory agent. Not Continue reading
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Favourites?
Hard to say. Anne Mogi was Chemistry teacher. I hated the Subject, but Mogi had drama. She made the formula of Chlorine smell like a cleaned up river! And Math of Ms. Kini- I secretly felt she could terrify God, with her hatred for anyone who didn’t know what 2356855×78754 +4543÷993 was. I got closer Continue reading
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Unseen untouchable moments
..walking on water, sitting in the heart these moments of talking, talking to God. Continue reading
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“… if you think adventure is lethal try routine…”
“You can misunderstand this, ya?” The eyes are bright. I breathe deep and say nothing as our coffee steams in the chilly noon. “Ray, I’d die of boredom without some excitement, see…” I want to kick him. ‘Courage in the face of danger,‘ that’s what he looks like now and its messing my heart. It’s Continue reading
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A holiday with God
a walk in the garden with Him, or in a desert, His Wisdom in my maddening questions, a chat without words, cuz words will never be enough; oh a coffee He brews for us, I’d love a holiday, with Him, a bath in His wellspring of healing, then warm up in His Light, His fountain Continue reading
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Harmony
It sits cautious. Unwelcome, afraid to upset our tempers: Harmony. memoir of field song, forest sepal, petal of the sun: harmony you Poet in the wilds I’d play you a harp of chords, right here in this Earth-season ripe – for pain. Harmony I’d create you, like a long awaited child, stash you in shelves, 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
