In Guest stories on June 27, 2014 at 3:36 pm
Soon after Michael started coming to Holy Apostles Soup Kitchen he brought his friend Curtis. As a team these two make lunch here a part of their daily plan to “keep things positive”.
Michael had heard about Holy Apostles from another friend of his and immediately noticed all the work that goes into its success. “It’s a really upbeat atmosphere. The volunteers are excellent and always have a smile. No one looks down at you.”
The two are putting their lives back together one day at a time with area support groups starting at 6:30 a.m. Michael’s been “struggling with the transition”, but is determined to fill each hour of each day with positive activities, fellowship and interactions. Coming to to the soup kitchen is a part of that routine. “The more things I can do [to stay busy] the better,” he says.
Michael was able to get a haircut through a voucher program at Holy Apostles and, he says, “When I’m hungry I’m assured I can come here. I’m very grateful.”
He is also hopeful about the future. “If you stay on the right path, opportunities are everywhere,” he says, adding that he would like to start volunteering at the soup kitchen as well.
While Curtis finished his chicken soup, salad and an ice-cream pop he remarked that he is thankful for the “real food” served here every day. “It doesn’t have to be just bread and water,” he says, referencing his evening meal.
Along with the continued support of generous soup kitchen friends, these two friends make each day count.
In Love, Prose on June 26, 2014 at 6:15 pm
There is no judgment in this place, Holy Apostles. I love that banner that hangs in the sanctuary, declaring THERE ARE NO OUTCASTS IN THE EPISCOPAL CHURCH. Everyone is welcomed just as they are. Stand on the soup kitchen line, you will get a ticket and a meal, no questions asked.
As a volunteer here, no one asks me intrusive questions either, such as what my reasons or motives are for being here. I am given a job and get to work. Robert and I have become the king and queen of Wednesday beverages.
There is never any judgment in this room, at the Writers’ Workshop. We all write and share what we have written. There is support and encouragement but absolutely no judgment. I am my own worst critic of my writing. The only judgment here is me of myself.
In Poetry on June 2, 2014 at 6:30 pm
Summer’s hot sun beaming bright
The moon and stars come out at night.
Hot still as the night is too
Thinking what fun things
you ought to do
Not getting out until
the sun goes down
Come on y’all sweating now
Well let’s all paint the town.
By Nancy Moore
In Poetry, secrets & dreams, Stories on June 2, 2014 at 6:13 pm
By Jason Minoia
Joy to the world
And like be your day
As heaven provided
The sun for me to see today
The pidgeon doves’ warbling tongues
Leave the faint echo of a harp on the air
And their sweet music is honey in my ears
While the crowded streets pass me by
Dark days of doom and despair
To let the light shine
Evermore the bright
If only Pyramus and Thisbe
Could hold in their arms
The one things that is so dear
Then my love doth understand
What my betrothed heart doth feel
But nay, time is now for jubilation
not for shedding tears
Remember the angels that are always by
the souls of your ancestors keeping you safe
Thinly sliced the cowslip falls
Into a soft pond of shaded blue
A woman drops to the ground
Her embroidered handkerchief
And a gentleman picks it up
Children are more prevalent in Central Park
Now that New York is warming
The chill of winter is gone
And my bones are slowly adjusting
To their summer size
The coursing blood flows fast
The veins are swelling
As muscles relax.
I find I am strong
With Spring ending there is a rebirth
Of dormant creative souls
Who’ll congregate to share
The fantastic stories of their unique lives
In Stories, secrets & dreams on June 2, 2014 at 6:12 pm
Ladies and gentlemen summer is here. There are so many things to do, for example go fishing, plan a picnic, a big barbecue cook out.
I took my family to Coney Island. When we arrive my brother went on the ride The Bump car. We had a lot of fun.
My sister Carol and I went in the Spooky house and got lost the worker came and help us find our way out.
Moma didn’t go on any ride she sat and ate hot dogs, french fries and ate an ice cream cone.
My family and I are enjoying a beautiful summer.
By Rheta Jenkins
In Stories, secrets & dreams on June 2, 2014 at 6:07 pm
Father’s Day is a holiday that is an American celebration. When I was young I bought things for my father – at that time it is the right thing to do. In my adult life I learn things about me father. One Sunday afternoon when I was in my thirties I asked my mother for scotch tape. Suddenly my old man, he did not like the way I asked my mother for scotch tape. He ran towards me with his hand towards my throat, pinning me against the kitchen wall. Very short fuse he had. I learned to talk to people as if they were my brother, or sister. I tried to be nice to him, I understand that he had a hard life that doesn’t explain his reaction.
I believe what they teach us I want to do something for my father and my mother and do it on a daily basis. Not on the American holiday, or any holiday. There is a lot of sadness and sorrow, and to be free of them is a very difficult thing to achieve. Short fuse is not the way to go. Learn from the past go to the future. Don’t let people give you a hard time.
Me, I still struggle with my feelings about past history. To do things for our father, it is a gift within me. And there are times it is not easy. To learn about our father is a strength and encouragement. Learn to be who you are and not the person that the past might make you. Truly believe that with time, one can work it out. Towards the end it is worth it. And I am not my father in a lot of ways. What this earth is offering me, the only thing to do, is that I love you Papa, I love you. You’re my father in the bad times and the good times. My blood is running down towards the ground for your short fuse. We are too old for this acute pain, and we try to make the best of it in this very upset world that we are living in. Look around, and what do you see Papa? I am your son who loves you Papa. Papa please don’t do this you have a family who loves you, Papa.
Yes, the American holiday is a waste of time.
By Leucio Parella
In Keeping hope alive, Love on June 2, 2014 at 6:07 pm
Summer is a time of joy and sharing times with my writer’s workshop friends –
It has a feeling of happiness and good cheer – we laugh and we share a harmony that is infectious to say the least – to learn from each other. To celebrate the Anthology 2014. With the hope of more to come –
Summer allows me take off my winter garbs and put on a breezy red linen shirt –
Summer also – in the writer’s workshop is having Ms Y. Cassidy – As our great instructor at this time –
By Fred Street