Day: 23/04/2016

The Immortal Sea #NaPoWriMo2016 #GloPoWriMo2016


Today’s National/Global Poetry Writing Challenge 2016 is completely appropriate to the 400th anniversary of William Shakespeare’s death – to write a sonnet.

Traditionally, sonnets are fourteen-line poems, with ten syllables per line, written in iambs (i.e., with a meter in which an unstressed syllable is followed by one stressed syllable, and so on). There are several traditional rhyme schemes, including the Petrarchan, Spenserian, and Shakespearean sonnets. But beyond the strictures of form, sonnets usually pose a question of a sort, explore the ideas raised by the question, and then come to a conclusion. In a way, they are essays written in verse!

Here is my attempt, The Immortal Sea

Will eternity simply have no end
Or transport man’s mind to its beginning?
Is infinite life removed from time’s clasp,
Unravelling history’s weave and weft?
Outside the dimensional ebb and flow,
Beyond all perception of time and tide,
Riding out waves on an immortal sea,
Unsinkable lifeboats sail where they will;
Alpha and Omega never constrained,
Existing outside of space-time’s confines;
The Spirit of all ages never contained,
No bondsman to earth-cycle wax and wane;
Safe in the presence of the great I Am,
Eternal life cedes not to mortal coils.


Remembering Shakespeare

Today mark’s the anniversary of William Shakespeare’s birth (in 1564), and death 400 years ago in 1616.

“I commend my soul into the hands of God, my Creator, hoping and assuredly believing, through the only merits of Jesus Christ, my Saviour, to be made partaker of life everlasting.”
― William Shakespeare

” . . . Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend
Under thy own life’s key: be cheque’d for silence,
But never tax’d for speech. What heaven more will, 65
That thee may furnish and my prayers pluck down,
Fall on thy head! Farewell, my lord;”
― the Countess of Rousillon, All’s Well That Ends Well (Act I, Scene I)

“But be contented when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead;
The coward conquest of a wretch’s knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
The worth of that is that which it contains,
And that is this, and this with thee remains.”
Sonnet LXXIV

St George’s Day

Faith Unlocked

Today is St George’s Day!

St George is the patron saint of England (and many other places). He wasn’t English and almost certainly did not slay a dragon.

It is likely that Saint George was born to a Greek Christian noble family in Lydda in Palestine, during the late third century between about 275 AD and 285 AD. He died in the Greek city of Nicomedia in Asia Minor. His father, Gerontios, was a Greek from Cappadocia, an officer in the Roman army; and his mother, Polychronia, was a Greek native of Lydda. They were both Christians from noble families of the Anici, so their child was raised with Christian beliefs. They decided to call him Georgios (Greek), meaning “worker of the land” (i.e., farmer). At the age of fourteen, George lost his father; a few years later, George’s mother, Polychronia, died.

Then George decided to go to Nicomedia, the…

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