Life . . . and its challenges

When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.

— Paulo Coelho

If I was a work of art . . .

If I was a work of art

May 14, 2013

If I was a work of art
I would be a picture of the wind
blowing fast.
The wind, sort of light blue,
really hard and strong.
I would be blowing away
from hatred,
blowing toward love.
When people see the picture
they would know
I was going the right direction
instead of the wrong one.

Anthony Manago
3rd Grade

Thorndyke Elementary After School Program
Writes of Passage Poetry Class with Vicky Edmonds
May 2003


You are invited to share this poem and the following questions with someone:

– If you were a work of art, what would you be?
– As with all poems, the words are so wise. How does knowing the poet was in 3rd grade affect you?
– What would your inner 9-year old say to you today?

The student 10 years later

What is a good love?

They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix;the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can’t stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch!I say that’s a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!

— C. Joybell

Something to think about . . .

We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter. Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don’t even matter, while all that time we waste and the people who do love us have to stand on the sidewalk and watch us beg in the streets! It’s time to put an end to this. It’s time for us to let ourselves be loved.


— C. JoyBell

Something to think about . . .

Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten,
so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.

— Lauren Oliver