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Archives For February 2015
1. Front of the Class (2008)
2. Homeless to Harvard
3. Anything Is Possible
4. A Better Life
5. Courage to Love
6. Shine Like A Star
7. A Song From The Heart
8. When Andrew Came Home
9. Their Eyes Were Watching God
10. Teen Spirit
Will You Save Me?©
Felina Silver Robinson
My Poem of the Day
(02/28/15)
There are steps that I must take through this dark and empty place.
I wish you wouldn’t follow.
For I’m not sure if I’ll see tomorrow.
But maybe if you can reach me before it’s too late,
I won’t have to take the journey that might call for my end.
Would you take the time to save a friend?
Or,
Would you let them go so you’re off the hook and would no longer have to bother?
This all feels so wrong.
But no one has given me any other choice.
The walls are crumbling down around me.
The pressure is overwhelming.
I turned to you, but you’re not really there.
I’m hoping and praying, you’ll make the time, this time
Dear Readers:
This poem is offered in light of a recent story about a young man taking his life
when he felt he had no one to turn to, and when he did turn to someone, they didn’t try to stop him.
I beg of anyone out there, please help that is crying out for help.
Don’t urge them to take their own life. They are crying out because they want to be saved.
No matter how bad things are, there is always something better ahead even if you can’t see it at the time.
Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare
As You Like It
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ
ACT II
SCENE V. another part of the Forest.
Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others
Ami.
What’s that ‘ducdame’?
Jaq.‘Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools
into a circle. I’ll go sleep, if I can; if I cannot,
I’ll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.
Ami. And I’ll go seek the duke: his banquet
is prepared. [Exeunt severally
SCENE VI. Another part of the Forest.
Enter ORLANDO and ADAM
Adam. Dear master, I can go no farther. O,
I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure
out my grave. Farewell, kind master.
Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart
in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer
thyself a little. If this uncouth forest yield any-
thing savage, I will either be food for it or bring
it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death
than thy powers. For my sake be comfortable;
hold death awhile at the arm’s end: I will here
be with thee presently; and if I bring thee not
something to eat, I will give thee leave to die: but
if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of
my labour. Well said! thou lookest cheerly.
and I’ll be with thee quickly. Yet thou liest in
the bleak air: come, I will bear thee to some
shelter; and thou shalt not die for lack of a
dinner, if there live anything in this desert.
Cheerly, good Adam! Exeunt
SCENE VII. Another part of the Forest.
A Table set.
Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, and others.
Duke S. I think he be transform’d into a
beast;
For I can no where find him like a man.
1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone
hence: Here was he merry, hearing of a song.
Duke S. If he, compact of jars, grow musi-
cal,
We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.
Go, seek him: tell him I would speak with him.
1 Lord. He saves my labour by his own ap-
proach.
Enter JAQUES
Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur! what a
life is this,
That your poor friends must woo your com
pany?
What, you look merrily!
Jaq. A fool, a fool! I met a fool i’ the forest,
A motley fool; a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool
Who laid him down and bask’d him in the sun,
And rail’d on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms and yet a motley fool.
‘Good morrow, fool,’ quoth I. ‘No, sir,’ quoth he,
‘Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune:’
And then he drew a dial from his poke,
And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says very wisely, ‘It is ten o’clock:
Thus we may see,’ quoth he, ‘how the world wags:
‘Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
And after one hour more ’twill be eleven;
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
And thereby hangs a tale.’ When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools should be so deep-contemplative,
And I did laugh sans intermission
An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley’s the only wear.
(On 2/28/15 – Join me in the continuation of Shakespeare’s
“As You Like It”
Taken from the Merriam-Webster’s Encyclopedia of World Religions
Here is a dose of daily religion from A to Z.
Today’s religious topic is as follows:
“Athanasian Creed”, also called Quicumque Vult (from the opening words in Latin), a Christian profession of faith in about 40 verses. It is regarded as authoritative in ROMAN CATHOLICISM and in some Protestant churches. It has two sections, one dealing with the TRINITY and the other with the INCARNATION, and it begins and ends with warnings that unswerving adherence to such truths is indispensable to salvation. The virulence of these damnatory clauses has let some critics, especially in the Anglican churches, to secure restriction or abandonment of the use of the creed.
A Latin document composed in the Western church, the creed was unknown to the Eastern church until the 12th century. Since the 17th century, scholars have generally agreed that it was not written by ATHANASIUS (died 33) but was probably composed in southern France during the 5th century. In 1940 the lost Excerpta of Vincent of Lérins (flourished 440) was discovered to contain much of the language of the creed. Thus, either Vincent or an admirer of his has been considered the possible author. The earliest known copy of the creed was included as a prefix to a collection of homilies by Caesarius of Arles (died 542).
(Comeback on 3/01/15 and continue to learn about religion. Tomorrow you’ll read and learn more about “Saint Athanasius”.
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Coistrel (n.)
Coistrel means “groom, low fellow, knave“. Coistrel is cited in William Shakespeare’s play Twelfth Night (TN I.iii.37) Sir Toby says to Maria: “He’s a coward and a coistrel that will not drink to my niece[F. Coistrel].”
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