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Unlocking the Gates of FAITH, HOPE & LOVE in the Vineyard of Prayer
🍃 Reflections @ Mt.Olive, garden Gatshemonem, Kidron ravine Vinepress, here Yeshua (born Bethlehem), prayed few words that still involves all Humanity: prayer of the Prince of Peace inviting me to seek Him with all my Heart. Soul, Mind, no shopping lists attchd., #6 “…..Lord Often I treat you like santaclaus. My bad. Could I just Continue reading
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The Halting Prayer
🍃 6 pm brrr. Our city looks like an Impressionist Painting of smog. Jita peers back through the tiniest opening of her door. We used to be good friends, now she lets none of us in. The last time we tried, the eyes were like glass. Her nephew’s family visits on occasion. Jita lost her Continue reading
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Happy Feat !
embracing the Spirit of Christmas with ‘Penguins‘ “..penguins of the cold Antarctic, find that one of their lives’ flaws is that they don’t get the magic of a life with Santa Claus, for they …have been placed far poles apart…” (Quote: Andrew of FMF Writers) “Dearest Lord God of the Penguin & us humans, I Continue reading
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Gandhi, Gujarat & me
Our window overlooks national army land. 100 meters from my window. If the light is good, I can see some of their uncut face skin, their arms and shoes. Sweet dearest Lord God, am not swearing, but they go to Kargil/ wherever, while I sit here trying not to be a crab, for a mean Continue reading
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Spark
The room is dark except for dusk lights seeping in. Paru smiles like she means it. I don’t know whether to sit or stand, this is awkward. She’d lost her entire family in a series of events I don’t want to say. What can you say. After everyone’s gone home to their families, there will Continue reading
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Transformative Affection: From Grape to Grace
it is The Secret Place. 5 am. Not meant for the faint hearted. My glacier melts like old ice into summer. The Grim Reaper sizzles, overtaken by the Lord of the Harvest! You’ve been to the original Garden of Gethsemane? – by Olive garden, & Vine -press Gatshemonem, by the Kidron valley ravine, under where Continue reading
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We see not with eyes, but with our mind
Annama sees through my face. There’s a hoard unlocking out of her. I see Us in her, I see our accumulated communal… local/global grief, I see forbidden joy in her sparkling eyes, and then the tears fall. She cannot forgive herself, nor the family that’ve abused her over the years. So she walked away from Continue reading
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Mayhem in June?
Honour Yesterday, the news was not good; we had a city stampede…! Our mega cricket event this week ended with 11 deaths, from celebrity induced mobs; a collapsed drain…injuries. 2025 has been a rogue year this far, with Messrs.Corona rearing ugly head, plane crashes, fires, floods, wars, rumors. Out in a walk, we saw a Continue reading
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Hey June: What’s your Super power
Humanity’s best kept secret: Our individual Superpowers : that Blessedness that walks us thru a 3am nightmare, a scary trip, a disaster meet: that sudden Strength within that pushes one past despair…? So you shrugged off a tear and walked on; you were shutting down outside, but within – you grinned. You spiritually grinned at 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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Embracing Life’s Challenges: Lessons from the Sea
That September we had a small celebration, our youngest was a baby. How d’you describe the sea to a blind person, leave alone a tiny human? We did our bit, but he wailed, burrowed face in me. The sand, the huge amount of it, was too much for his little fingers. He’d just begun to 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
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December Dare!
Toja has eyes that were amber gold, now they fill with hate; but it is this kind of month: gorgeous sacred emotions. We are descendants of blessings or what? I cannot hate you back Toja, its too late. There was a killer double rainbow last evening 4pm, in chilly drizzle. We ran to the terrace Continue reading
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Super Power (tears for Peace)
I’ve received hate, evil, disaster, discrimination, cruelty but with Compassion … one is startled into a new order of things. Call it Love, Grace, unmerited favor.… It breaks me out of old mental patterns into New. It ruins Ruins, breathing Life into Carcasses of Joy. Compassion weeps Fire in the ashes of our tears for Continue reading
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“No, blood does not matter anymore”
We have had tea together a thousand times in these cane chairs facing her curry leaf tree and windows hung with old silk curtains. Sia is a good woman with friends and folks who love her; why wouldn’t they, she is not just strikingly entertaining, she is one of the loveliest persons I have ever Continue reading
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“Redemption”
Oil says it better than my fingers, Grace says it best: flowing like blood, in the vein of us- humanity. The Oil of Grace. Not my favorite theme to paint, for Its demand on mood and line, but this time It called me, “…into participation & companionship with His Son Christ Jesus our Lord.”(1Cor1:9). Everyday Continue reading
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When healing comes it comes soft, or
sudden, like a miracle. Suspicious, I peer at It. It seeps out like new petals, like the spread of new colour. Laughter tinges Its Stem. I sulk in the shadows, refusing to let go of the dark, it was my safe place but now Joy begins to bud! I believe that I cannot believe: whoa….the Continue reading
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Wrestling with an Angel
“Is there a fear staring you in the face right now? Are you finding your faith in God’s promise shaking? If so, you are likely praying desperately for God to be with you. God will answer you. But you might, like Jacob in Genesis 32, be surprised by his answer.” Jon Bloom in “I will Continue reading
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The Dialect of Your Breath
Yes, a page off my diary as I listened to today’s word,”Do not be afraid“; this arrived without notice as poems do? Do take a peek if you can bear the blurry! Continue reading
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From our home to yours this Christmas 2020!
Part of our Fellowship’s zoom candle light carols night, this was our fam’s medley of old carols and new harmonies improvised; wishing you a blessed day today and always; may the Lord of Light, Peace, Joy & true Love fill your days with His Song, all of now and the days to follow, stay precious! Continue reading
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Bouquet from the King
The room gasps: outside our window beneath a hunch of trees, it’s there. In a rush of light & stillness … a Bouquet from the King, in a fuss of forest early evening mist. “For you.” He whispers; I fling my mind down and lunge to where we get a closer angle: this pic doesn’t Continue reading
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What am I?
Not even who, but what am I, the boy asked looking at the floor, his eyes flat with nothingness. What had happened here, would stay with him till the end of that day. And when it spilled it was like lava, every word singed our ears. There had been self abuse and total lack of Continue reading
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Friend of sinners
*** Listen close and you will hear a bus, a neighbour’s drill….. yea was recorded in a tiny home studio, at a time of transits. This Album was worked off a Psr 630(keys), and my undying love for Theatre: it is perhaps who I am without choir costume and acquired taste… just all my voice Continue reading
