I shed a tear today,
Not one of joy, but one of sorrow.
It burned like fire as it rolled down my face,
Even so, my heart was freed for one split second.
Freed from all the pain,
All the sleepless nights,
The countless remarks,
And the closet full of masks.
For one second,
My heart leapt with joy.
It was almost as if I was a child on Christmas,
Opening a much-desired gift.
The main thing that started world war two was;greed and stupidity.
I was going to take a hike on a rockie hill behind my house, but I remembered how difficult it was last time and decided not to go. "I should be working anyway," I tell myself,"cleening my room. But I'm not in the mood to cleen. Well it's bad whether anyway."
Spread like a blanket of immeasurable wealth, the shards from last night’s, heavy snowfall seemed to dance as they reflected the piercingly cold, winter sunlight. She stood alone in the middle of a secluded clearing relishing in its beauty. Perhaps she only imagined it, but as she stood tasting the fresh, icy air and listening to the stillness all of nature seemed to join her. Already the newly risen sun seemed to promise warmth as it rose higher, but she knew all to well that today would never grow warm. Gently she scanned the area and quickly assessed the visible resources.
On his cheeks were traces of frowns,
His eyes were crinkled with smiles,
You could tell there had been ups and downs,
You could almost see the miles.*
There were joys and sorrows,
Regrets of the yesterdays,
And hope of the tomorrows.*
He sat and he stared,
He was somewhere,
But you couldn't tell where.*
Was he remembering the past?
Trying to see the future?
How long will it last?
You can never be sure.
age group 13-16
A tall tower is green.So is the stem of a flower.A piece of paper is the color green.green is the color of a tiny bean.green is the color on the top of a carrot.green is the color of a full-grown parrot.Green is the color of a leaf.Green is the color of moldy beef.Green is the color of a forest.Green is the color of a forest.
age group 8-12
Strange to find myself washing clothes in a 17th century tub
In the laundry room of Borromini's last creation.
To dip my hands in the icy water and watch my shirts
Playing with the soap like glistening eels.
They come into the air to drip on the time-rubbed stone
And foreign pipes, already rusting over.
Can Life just be something of punishment of something of an award?
Can Life just be something god has given us to test our sencerity to him?
Can Life just be to protect others and love?
Can life just be something we can't live without?
Can life just be our own feelings toward others and the right to love or hate?
Can life just be......Life?
Age group 13-16
Dear Homeschooling Friends,
First Rome, and then the world....
Today, I and my sophomore class at Thomas More College (all 22 of us) will fly across the ocean to spend a semester of study in Rome. We will live and study twenty minutes walking distance from the Vatican. Then, beginning in late April, I will traverse the world (actually, just Europe) for two months. Most likely I'll be looking for short-term jobs in Eastern Europe for part of that time, so if you happen to know of any, let me know! I will return to the U.S. in late June.
In ‘To Kill a Mockingbird' the author uses the mockingbird to communicate her theme of the defense of the innocent. "Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit `em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird," Atticus tells the children. To put it in more general terms, Atticus tells Jem and Scout that we must follow a moral law that commands us to spare the innocent. This moral law has obligations. Atticus must defend Tom Robinson even though he knows he will fail because he must do the just and moral thing.