Legacy 1997
SDA LD 5101 .S367 L4 1997
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Acknowledgements
^
thank each of the students
I'd like to
who
contributed to this
publication. I've enjoyed reading each of the entries and
much from your I'd
I
also like to thank Mrs.
Helen Pyke for her dedication
students of Southern Adventist University. She devotes so to us. This school
same without her
here.
Mom for all done
of herself
Thank you, so much, Mrs. Pyke.
my
near on deadline, without the help of
Thanks,
much
to the
and especially the English department wouldn't be the
This year's Legacy probably wouldn't exist,
couldn't have
have learned
thoughts.
the typing, proof-reading
it
Most of all,
at least
not anywhere
mother, Stella Thompson.
and encouragement.
I
without you.
I'd like to
thank
my
God. He's endowed each of us
with creativity and given each of us something to share.
I've
reading
it
enjoyed putting together
this year's
Legacy.
I
hope you enjoy
and come away with something more than just pretty words. Stephanie
Thompson
Legacy Editor 1997
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What Do You See? I
see the mountains before me...
I
can see the flowers and
The blue dome But mostly I
need
And As
trees,
for the sky;
not just stand in
life
Life It's
above...
see the mountains...
to learn to smell the flowers,
Climb the Reach
I
is
trees;
passes
awe of the mountains
me by
more than just mountains
to climb.
valleys with hills in between,
Grassy knolls
Meadows
to lie in,
of wildflowers to run through,
Babbling brooks to cross on stepping stones.
Cascading waterfalls It's
moonlit nights for walking.
With
stars in the sky,
A rainbow It's
to splash in.
after the
the people
The
storm has passed.
you meet,
friendships that grow...
Like sweet scented flowers along
By Rhonda
S.
Rossier
life's
road.
Rainy Days even as the rain dark clouds I
falls
roll in
think of you...
even as the wind blows and the air starts to spin I
for
you
think of you...
are the sunshine
that casts out the rain
you are the remedy that casts out the pain
you are everything
I
even as the sun loses
and the I
by John Thomas
could ever hope for its
light
stars shine so bright
think of you...
and the
Second Place, Short Story Contest
Stars By Abbie
The "Look
girl in the
meadow
Hilton
called to the girl under the streetlight.
at the beautiful stars!"
The
under the
girl
faintest points of light.
"Do you
streetlight
"Yes,
I
looked up, but she saw only the
see them."
meadow.
see the constellations?" asked the girl in the
"Aren't they marvelous?"
The
under the streetlight squinted. "They don't make sense to
girl
me." She pulled out her
star
book and
more she looked,
the
more annoyed she
but the
book
to the ground.
tried to identify the constellations,
"They're too confusing!
felt.
How
At
can
she threw the
last I
make
sense of
something so vague and dim?"
A man walking
walking by heard the
"Here," he said confidently, "let
proceeded to name several points of
light,
and approached
her.
the constellations."
He
girl
me show you
explaining what the names
meant and what the people and animals they represented were supposed be doing. The
girl
gazed happily into the stars
Now
smiled.
and remember
However, as soon
sky.
their
she understood.
is
left,
to
and she
as she tried to relocate the
names, she became confused. "This
"What he
lous!" exclaimed the girl under the streetlight.
sense while he
The man
is
ridicu-
said only
makes
talking."
"Excuse me," said another man. "Are you trying
to
view the
heavenly bodies?" "Yes," muttered the girl under the streetlight.
"Let in the
nebula
tone.
The
me show of..."
you.
You
see, that star directly
she
want
to look stupid, so she
is
nodded solemnly. How-
man
said,
and when he
hopeless!" she cried.
"What
is
"I will
never see the
"They're too
a red dwarf
once more.
felt lost
"This
is
he continued speaking in long words in an important
girl didn't
ever, she didn't really understand anything that the left
above
hopeless?"
came
the voice of the girl in the
stars," said the girl
dim and vague and
scientific for
7
under the
me
meadow.
streetlight.
to understand."
"No, they're not," laughed the other out here and look
at
keeping you from seeing the
An
"You just have
girl.
Come
stars.
expression of fear crossed the
"But I
like
I
and she put one hand
girl's face, I
couldn't
do
that!
I'm
can't see without the streetlight!"
I
you can. The
"Yes,
is
away."
protectively around the pole of the streetlight. "Oh, afraid of the dark.
come
to
them. The light pollution from your streetlight
my
stars will
light!
be your
light."
don't trust the stars.
I
They look
so faint that
couldn't possibly see by them." That's because the streetlight
blinding you.
is
Can you even
see
meT "No," admitted the
"But
the countryside that artificial
you
can't see
The land
hght.
is
"You can see
Do you
that well?
streetlight.
think
.I'm scared.
all
Her voice grew
streetlight."
come another time." "No, now. Soon dawn will come and you won't be I..
can see
could see too?"
I
"Of course. Just come away from the "But
I
from here."
under the
girl
meadow, "and
girl in the
because you're standing under that
beautiful
"Really?" asked the timid.
she clung fiercely to the pole.
girl as
can see you" said the
I
I'll
able to see the
stars."
"But I'm sleepy, and
I
can't see,
spite of her complaining, the girl in the
blind circle of
the streetlight
and
I
don't like the dark and..." In
meadow came
and drew the other
girl
into the narrow,
gently into the soft,
resilient night.
The
girl
from the
streetlight
clung to her
new
friend.
"You
lied!
I
can't see anything!"
"Patience. You're eyes have to adjust."
"This
is
"Look
boring.. .and scary.
I
want
to
go back."
up."
"Look up
at
guess several. Wait,
wards and gasped
in
what? All I..."
awe
The
I
see
girl
as all
is
black and... Well, one
from the
star.
streetlight staggered
No,
back-
the splendor of the heavens burst suddenly
into focus.
The
light shines in the darkness, but the
John
You
1:5,
are
darkness has not understood
NIV
my
lamp,
2 Samuel 22:29,
Lord; the Lord turns
NIV
I
my
darkness into Hght.
it.
Choices You
face a door...
Do you open
it?
A cold, Clammy had turns the knob. (its
yours)
Slowly, cautiously you peek inside.
A voice calls
harshly,
"Either in or out!"
You plunge
in
head
All uncertainties
You're the
life
first.
left
behind.
of the party,
Trying new things, (or are you?) Your head starts pounding.
The insecurities are back. "What am I doing here?" You bolt out the door, Escape...
Freedom? Now where? The night is so dark you You stumble and fall,
can't see,
In desperation...
Aery Tor
help...
A guiding had reaches You
A
out.
face a door...
sigh,
(not again)
A hand on
your shoulder.
You're not alone.
A look of encouragement. Words of assurance. You reach
And open
for the door.,
it.
Warmth and words of welcome You want to go in. But your feet won't move. "You can't do it alone,"
A soft
voice whispers.
"Help
me
then..."
With a smile on His lips And compassion in his eyes. The Lord takes your hand. And you walk in side.
By Rhonda
Rossier
greet you.
my laughing thief laughing laughing
little
me
causing
my
breaking through
man
such grief barriers
stealing like a thief
smiling smiling eyes of green
rob
push
me
me
my
of
strength
closer to the edge
when
i'm at the brink
breaking breaking
is
my
heart
taken but not bought stolen from
its
pedestal
then dropped without a thought
crying crying blue eyes watch as i
you are led away
find no satisfaction in
knowing
smirking smirking
you see
i
you think you're but this
that you'll
silly
boy
bailed you out
free to run i
pay
and play
greatly doubt
loving loving precious dear
new the debt
chains bind your soul
was paid but with your and
i
heart
will never grant parole
by Klaralyn Gatz
10
Like
kitten's
paws,
no time for pause, the time
is
running out.
This world's
domed by
as will
fate,
hate,
soon be brought about. If
she should
last,
'twould be a blast,
and
that
do not doubt!
I
The
devil waits,
on those he
hates,
to bring about despair.
But humble
saints,
without his
taints,
escape his deathly snare.
No
doubt remains,
but that his banes, will
end
When
in all that's fair.
nought remains,
of earth's this
last pains,
world will shine
fair.
With surface new, and hearts kept 'twill
be
in Jesus'care.
My joy
will sour,
if in that I
hour,
cannot find you there.
By
11
true,
Erik Mundall
w h 1
m s
y The wind
in
me
holding
my
in its tender
Coaxing back teasing
my
Flittting
face
my
embrace.
hair
face.
about
me
beckoning, calhng
me
to join its race.
by Stephanie Thompson
12
Be
Still
and Know...
Have you ever stopped and
listened
To
the quiet sounds around?
To
the whispers of the treetops
To
the laughter of the leaves?
Have you seen them when they
glistened
with the raindrops that abound?
Or
did sorrows bring you teardrops
Taking these from you
like thieves?
Have you stopped and smelled
Which along your
the
lillies
path do grow?
Have you watched
the tiny insects
That with vivid colors fly?
Have you stroked
Have you seen
the foals and fillies?
their playful
show?
Or, in search of other prospects,
Did you pass
Have you Or
the
all
these right by?
tasted wild cherries?
plums along the way?
Have you looked In the
mossy
for hidden secrets
forest floor?
Have you found God's
nature carries
Hearts like yours
away?
or could
By
aloft,
you not see the egrets
for the trifles that
Erik Mundall
13
you bore?
Shoes rains,
It
and they get
the puddles.
It
snows,
and they get the cold.
We
walk, and they get
worn, beaten, ripped, and,
when
they're old,
they get thrown away, replaced by a I
wish we
so
much
new
didn't
in
pair.
have
common.
by Eve Parker
Bound For We the
all
stand, balanced against
movement of the
train.
We
slow down, stop. Doors slide open, businessmen, families,
push
in,
of no space available. in front of
behind
all
ignoring the appearance
my
Anns
cross
my
head,
face, over
my back. The
air is
too
warai, colognes mix, and swirl in
my head. close.
I
We
want all
out!
The doors
stand, closer now,
balanced, and bound.
by Eve Parker
14
Another Machine Dies Six foot
flat
beep
on a bed, beep struggling heart
beep almost dead.
beep Lines of
life
beep cross a screen
beep death to
or
man
machine?
by Jim Lounsbury
15
First Place, Short Story Contest
The Master By Stephanie Thompson
There was once a student, studying with a great
artist.
student wanted to be a great painter, just like his master.
hours studying the master's works.
He observed the One day, window. See
in the studio, the
that scene?
spent
master told him, "Look out the
want you
I
to paint that."
the student responded excitedly.
paints, brushes, the easel,
and
all his
He
got out his
other equipment.
thing," the master cautioned,
in the details,
He
the master paint.
master's every move.
"Yes, sir!"
"One
He watched
The
"when you
be sure to balance your hand like
I
start putting
taught you the
other day."
The
student, excited over his assignment, hurriedly
nodded
and continued collecting his supplies.
He
spent the next several weeks carefully working over his
Finally he looked at the picture.
canvas.
details are left."
He
ance his hand on, but changed his mind. thing.
It
just gets in
"Nearly done. Just the
started to reach for the stick he should bal-
my way
He went back
and slows
"I
hate working with that
me down."
work and started putting in the details, the little finishing touches that would complete the painting. He continued working for hours, until his work was nearly complete. Then. ..his hand slipped. He stood there looking in shock. Then he to his
left.
He
couldn't go back to that studio.
The master had
and taught and worked with him so much. He had spoiled teaching.
night.
trained, all
that
There went his hope of being like the master.
He walked and walked and walked Then he slept. In the morning, he
until
woke and decided
to
it
was
late into the
creep back to the
He
studio for his few things.
last
look
tip-toed back into the studio.
and stuffing them into a bag, he turned
ering his things
one
Then he stopped and looked
spoiled painting.
at his
Gath-
to take
again.
The paint was
What had been
a
still
there, but
it
looked completely different.
mistake yesterday was
ray of light shining between the trees.
now
a part of a beautiful
The whole painting had
been transformed from an ordinary picture of some trees
to a
enchanting picture of sun playing among the leaves.
He heard
a
sound and turned. The master, brush
hand stood there looking sion.
"My
boy,
why
"Because painting and
all
I
at
him with
your
you master, and
I
spoiled the
these years of work."
Do you
I
such an incapable Master
think that a streak of paint
is
the end of
painter? You can't spoil that painting. Especially as come to me with your mistakes. It isn't spoiled. Only And different doesn't mean second best."
life as a
long as you different.
wonderfully tender expres-
did you leave?"
didn't listen to
The master laughed. "Am Painter as that?
a
still in
17
Ground Level Eagle You used to fly. You had clouds and
the
wind
for your boundaries.
You saw I
details
from heights
can only imagine
and looked down
many
like
at
me,
victims of earth and gravity. Till
one day an envious
shot stole your glory,
made you
a victim too.
Now you have a new world, marked by the width
of your perch and the length of your chain.
You
still
regally,
carry yourself
never forgetting
you once ruled the But your majesty
You used
to fly.
by Eve Parker
sky.
is
only more sad, because
Love, the In love
you lose
The only It's
selfless gift of
I is
happiness
self.
a gift for you.
giving of yourself
to gain love for oneself.
It's
that
the outward emotion
warms
Give
—
Deny
the inward.
receive.
and be
fulfilled.
by Jessica Berry
The Moon's The
Vigil
silvery
glow
of a moonrise filters
my
through I
it
window.
reach for
runs through
my
it,
fingers
like water.
Liquid moon-shine can't be contained. It
goes through and around as if
I
me
wasn't even there.
No it
matter what
I
do,
can't be stopped.
Even when
my
world
falls apart, it
keeps
by Rhonda
19
its vigil.
S.
Rossier
Silent City Night The street is bare empty and free of life Silent City Night
A man
adjusts his
cardboard box
A young woman waits by the phone Silent City Night
The poUce one
last
A man neon
patrol
time
turns off his
lights
Silent City Night
No
Christmas exits
because of hatred for the life they live Silent City Night
The
line is
long for
the Christmas feast
consisting of our leftovers Silent City Night
A girl waits at the comer hoping
to get
enough so
she can eat Silent City
And here is
pulled
real
Night
the curtain
away
to the
Christmas Eve
Silent City Night
by Jessica Berry
20
Second Place, Poetry Contest
Black Coffee I
sip black coffee
and wonder
what a black
woman would
feel like
to these pale hands,
and wonder if
our children
(coffee and cream)
would need sugar in a
world so
bitter.
by Jim Lounsbury
Claws
at
twin fins two small sharks hunting the edge of the bed circling
my
toes
oblivious prey in socks.
Radar the fur-covered fins
twitch atop a
fuzzy head eyes narrow whiskers perked small huntress big ocean (toes are tuna)
by Cheri Priest 21
Estate Sale
They stand
in line,
waiting for the doors to open.
Pohte vultures, victim
is
patient.
The
already dead.
The pieces of his
life
are inside,
everything marked and tagged. All to be had for a price.
And
the birds wait,
chatting happily, and hoping they'll get the choicest piece.
by Eve Parker
True Colors Autumn
colors...
Deepening before they
fall
Yellow, brown, crimson, red
Descending one. descending
Tom And
from
life,
now
left as
all,
dead
disconnected from the Vine,
Parted from the blood, the Life,
Without the
They
No
Spirit's
wither, as
if
sap divine.
cut by knife.
two-edged Sword has cut them down.
The Tree did not push them away. But with no desire for the crown
They have
abscised, not to stay.
By
22
Erik Mundall
First Place, Poetry Contest
John He
heard
too, the voice
it
disembodied
reverberating through a baptism
defining "epiphany"
crowning a king with feathers or so they sing
of birds
and wild Ught (you'll
when
know
it
spirits
it
when you hear
it
once again
falls
descends— to people
like
you
than
who do need a brighter view what men offer here)
And
the
to people
two wet men
in a river
could not even feel the
first
shivering waves
or the breeze in their daze.
not every day a
It's
as
man
is
announced
God.
Reborn
in a river
he was the well he knew the nails
one for each year of witness and
his cousin, in
answer
had a heart so fine (is
yours so fine?)
and a head so pure (is
yours so pure?)
that a king
used
it
instead as
payment
for
a dancer.
by Cherie Priest
23
People Friend
Enemy Foe
Buddy Words J
u s t
words
they can
be no more nor less than
C
H
S
E
By
Stephanie
Thompson
24
we
Standing
in
a lifeboat sitting on the shore
me
Let
perch on your
brow and
bail
away
the seas
with
little
buckets.
Stop rocking. look I
at
me
am
not shore,
not sand, not trees.
Stop swaying. the
waves
will turn
us both
(and)
some of these will
wash us over Hold
I
still.
have these buckets
little
ready, always trying to bail the salty the
warm
the living
the endless
(your) seas.
by Cheri
25
Priest
Once Upon a Breeze As for the
I
am
here
—
will not be long
I
winds that come are very strong.
Once they were warm,
gentle,
and sweet.
They flourished over me in a
wonderful time long and yet
They change
like this every year.
Nourishment they offer but
now
I
at first
feel death is near.
They gave me food, and now But and
my Do
is this
thirst.
now my end now made brief?
not worry
Those
My
I
stay here
Only think of me
And some
brief.
that
as
my
friend.
you see others
may
fly by.
skitter past.
that fall majestically
from the
sky.
spot will only be stolen as by another thief.
For time
is
nigh, and
I
am
by Mike Fraser
26
but a leaf.
Third Place, Poetry Contest
Trains Railroad tracks look quiet under snow
and so do you, though There
some
is
—
a sense of
I
that is not the case.
don't know,
chilly otherworldly place.
Stepswide side
by
side
on
widewood
Let's leave footprints I
know
unless
we choose
and
let
snow cover us with white
and
let
us freeze on to these tracks
and
let ice stick
foot prints stay
when
we
stay
in
them
We stop
any
where we can,
they won't stay long tonight
can time time
by Cherie Priest
27
to stop
on
to
and stand
our backs
Third Place, Short Story Contest
Monumental Dreams By Stephanie Thompson
A towering
silhouette, etched against the sky,
bulwarks, gleaming metal; a skyscraper clouds; this
was
So he
his
set to
enough
tall
massive stone
to reach the
dream.
work; he planned
evening hours his lamp burned.
The plans finished, he
must be
It
Late into the
this masterpiece.
commenced
just right, thought he.
construction.
Issuing
orders like a general, he cared for every small detail. Nothing could
be wrong. Replace that section; be careful there; yes
Long and hard he worked, finished at
last.
He
stood back and admired
dows, and that massive stone: yes,
While being
was
it
it.
was
finished,
What gleaming win-
perfect.
in another building, not so far
moved and arranged
that's right.
until his masterpice
away, small blocks were
into the plans of another builder's dream.
Again and again the blocks and small stones were moved; just wasn't right.
back and
forth.
it
Standing, he stretched, than paced back and forth,
A thought
Then he stopped.
formed
in his
mind; a
thought of the other builder not far away; of his dreams and his sky-
Back
scraper.
to his small blocks
shape, a building was born.
was
and stones he went. Quickly taking
was
It
small, really just a model, but
the birth of this builder's dream.
ture in a box.
Then he went
it
Carefully he placed his minia-
to the other builder
who had just
put the
finishing touches on his masterpiece.
As he walked
in the
door carrying his box, a boy ran
"Dad, Dad, come look!
hand and nearly dragged him
I
made
reposed a magnificent skyscraper in
"You finished "Yes, Dad!" the box,
it?" the
Then
a building!"
to the corner.
the
man
all
There
The boy took
in quiet
the colors of
to him.
Lego
his
splendor blocks.
asked.
boy noticed
Dad?" 28
the box.
"Whatcha got
in
"A model
for
my
next building.
the
boy opened the box
Want
to see it?"
"Sure, Dad."
The man and
to reveal a small stone
and metal building about half the size of the boy's skyscraper. "Dad, that looks just
like
my
building!"
"Yes, do you mind?"
"No. What's
"A
it
going to be?"
children's hospital."
"Oh. Can
I
be an archc.arche...
Dad?"
29
Can
I
be a builder like you,
Again me you
wounded
you
tell
and
in a perturbed voice
I
are
you say
can't understand
But
I
can
you say you're unpopular and no one will give you the time of day I
know how you
you cry out
that
feel
even your best intentions
are turned around
when you
reach out to help,
you're blamed for the hurt
Tell
me
about
it
you say a friend one close
to
let
you down
you
one you trusted
Mine I I
did too
know your pain know it hurts to
please
let
me
too deep think about
it
help
you think
I
can't relate
you think
I
can't understand
lean because every time you refuse
Me
every time you say "Get out of
my
life"
you open up the wounds and
I
feel the
whole thing
again by Lonnie Wibberding,
Jr.
30
Always Alone Listen to the silence
of your soul. Watch the
crowds go
rushing,
some
by,
some
talking,
and none stopping. Feel the rush of air as they pass,
but that's
all that
touches you.
know
that if
And you
were on a mountain, watching clouds pass
and feeling the wind brush you, you would
be no different. by Eve Parker
just a
word
a thought a
dream
a
rhyme
a is
poem
a picture
of
TIME by Stephanie Thompson
31
Forgive me, Lord, that I'm so busy I
need to slow
my pace
My classes all but make me With
all I
the
that
needs writ
have accomplished mostly
But
And
homework
a bit
dizzy
still I toil at
all
what remains
next week's tests will surely call
For strength and energy
that
wanes
Somehow I know that You are near You ask me to be still and know That You are God,
need not fear
I
For You will shelter
Your wings provide a
Where
I
me below
resting place
can hide amid the gale
And thanks to Your unchanging grace I know Your mercies never fail. by Erik Mundall
Answer You yearn
for an
answer
that never
seems
to
come
an answer to guide the
show
the road, or at least
open a
You
way
gate.
wait,
and wait. It's
getting late.
You're that
still
yearning for an answer
never seems to
come
only because you forgot one simple task,
you forgot
to ask.
by Stephanie Thompson 32
Life Day
follows night follows day
Orange sunsets beckon purple horizons of shimmering
The moon,
stars.
the planets, rising and settling mist.
Where does
it
come from? Where does
it
go?
Lapping waves wash flaky sand patterns away.
Lush leaves on the
forest trees patter secrets,
While indignant sea-gulls
float in close attendance with the
wind.
Peaceful mental pictures in an out-of-control planet
something Drink
is
happening... but
in the effervescence
who
really cares...
of Life.
by Nathan Tidwell
silence all
around
emptiness
no sound in quietness all is
found
by Stephanie Thompson 33
In The Journey of Time In the journey of time there
He dweUing
in that
was
was
In the Hght of space there
a
a man man
which was created
for him. for his purpose
by him,
He. basking
in the
Hght of the stars
the hght they sent out before they
Him was hght He hghted man and every
were created
In
AH his was All his
was
Hght
another brought darkness
bright
until another
He
until
other thing that has Hght
conceived a shadow
created another, but not darkness
Darkness was
bom from
and another was
another
cast out
In the realm of things created lived a
They that
man and
a
light
lived in a sphere of happiness
promised never
to
But they were untrue and looked
after
be broken
to happiness
darkness
they could not see,
In
it
as
one cannot see without
And
by
woman
light ^fc*
darkness came and said
it
was
light
But they could not see and supposing
it
to
be true
they walked in darkness
And
so they walked
and walking
The
in darkness
light blinded
could not see
them and
hurt their eyes
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In the journey of time there In the hght of space there
was a man
was a man
This
man was
And
he saw that which Hght had created
light
walking
in
And He
said "I will
and
So
it
darkness
go down and walk
walked
the light
so there
in
darkness
would be no darkness
But those who had been created by didn't
in darkness
won't be darkness anymore."
want the
light
light
they were darkness and did not want to be revealed
They
plotted and planned
one day the
light
was extinguished by darkness
Darkness celebrated and danced
and partied
all
over the world
But then every noise was hushed and Light recreated
itself
and shines on forever!
In the journey of time there --
And He
is
was
a
man
the Light of the world.
by Lonnie Wibberding
Jr.
35
The Nature of Christmas As
we
children
often believed
our Christmas rested in boxes under a
tree.
But as we grew up
we began As
to see the true nature of
adolescents
we
many
things.
often were confused for
our love of Santa and Rudolph had been abused.
But as we grew up
we began
to see the true nature of our delinquency.
As
we
adults
our past
left
often were content
good memories
in
our heads.
But as we grew up
we began As
to see the true nature of
parents
we
often were
amazed
how we would
lead.
at
our children and their heavenly expressions.
But as we grew up
we began As
to see the true nature of love.
sinners
we
the deeds that
often are
we have
shamed by
done.
But as we grow up
we
begin to see the true nature of the Holy One.
As God's chosen we
often are unaware
our Father saved us through his precious
heir.
But as we grow up
we
begin to see the present
God
placed for us under the
by Brett Price
36
tree.
Time
is life
the essence of being
time life is
is
emotion
and thought and dreamed time
to
matter
being lived
time felt
is
is
given
be spent whether invested or squandered time
is
a measure
of each individual time
is
life
a unit
given with equality, not in amount but in usability.
We can use each unit to as full a capacity as the next person
or
or
many
we can waste the few units we are allotted.
by Stephanie Thompson
The Mime He walks down
the street,
pounding on an invisible box that only
he believes
His face
is
eyes are
real.
He
to find a door, a
any way
Though stops
And the
all
in.
painted, but his
window,
out, but his
calls for help
no one can
mouth moves,
the
box
sound from escaping.
only he can decide
box
hear.
when
will disappear.
by Eve Parker
37
There
is
Somebody Under the Water by Jeremy
"There
somebody under
is
came running down
the narrow
Tyrrell
the water!" shouted
as he
causeway constructed from dead gray
For a Micronesian with deep-tanned
coral.
Kohkoi
he looked a
skin,
bit pale.
A short white boat with two men pulled up to a shrubbless spot on The younger one, clothed
the opposite side of the causeway.
back of the boat next
at the
mouth.
could see that his eyes failed to blink. The older
I
white hat,
yellow
shirt,
Miller, in his
to the engine, his
and brown pants tumbled
camouflaged U.S.
Army
in white, sat
hand covering
crouched
man
his
in his
to the land.
fatigue shirt, sun-bleached
blue slacks, red and blue Florida Panthers cap, and bare feet, leaped into the cloudy blue-green water, leaving his twenty-four-foot fishing boat
The two men met
behind.
"Where?" side.
I
The shocked look on
orange
shirt that
He
middle of the causeway.
in the
roared out as
sprang from the water to Kohkoi's
I
was louder than
his face
his turquoise
and
clashed with his black, gray and red pants.
pointed off to the
left
"Down
green patchy brush broke,
of the causeway where the line of light there."
"Show me!" Adrenaline and blood were pounding through my veins as
we
sprinted barefoot across the coral path that at any other time
would have caused giving
my
feet to ache.
The only thing
I
could think of was
CPR. "Right there. That dark spot in the water. See
it?"
The energy
in
his voice could be feh. I
stumbled into the water, but was prevented from diving
huge chunks of coral water,
I
in front
saw Miller come
small white boat, looking
them towards the body
in
by the
of me. Standing helplessly in foot-deep
into view.
down
He was
standing in the front of the
into the water.
The older man
that floated about thrity feet
younger man was crouched so low
that all that
I
steered
from the shore. The
could see was his dark
hair.
Time slowed with
the boat that crept
Miller stooped over the edge as
we
between us and the body.
waited for him to pull someone up.
Gradually, the boat turned toward us. Miller was
38
still
bent over the side.
As they came body
closer,
I
could see the black hair that he clutched, towing the
in.
"Get the head out of the water!"
words went unheard. looked
much The
I
A shirtless back and arms came
coral shifted beneath
now
my
in reach.
feet as
into view.
The
clammy I
stiffened skin startled
stooped
I
As quickly
back of his pants to pull him out of the water,
nothing that
as if
it
skin
darker under water.
of the body that was
gray,
my
was
shouted. But,
me.
could do.
39
I
I
then
as
I
down
to grab
hold
grabbed hold of the
released.
knew
The
feel of the
that there
was
Crystal Coasts Crowning waves come clashing shaping sand strewn shore
The speckled spray splashing
Making mist and more With wild wet waterspouts
As angry arrows aimed Drowning, drowning doubts Sand's
number now
is
named
Pushing high proud portions Against the girded ground
Tons of true contortions
Around
the Puget
Jumping,
And Waves
Sound
jostling,
jaded
so the story goes
faltering,
found faded
Their throwing in the throes
And calm and
quiet, quelling
The bathing breezes blow Switching soon the swelling
To
And At
low
lulling lapping
then again as
first
the
when
foaming frops
Hurling, heaving then
Dashing dizziedly the drops
God gave
us great glimmers
of His harbor haven In the shining
shimmers
Like crystal coasts quite craven.
By
Erik Mundall
40
My Sin My
sin
my Brother Destroys my mental faculties, my flesh, my body, my soul Cherished, possesses me taking away my Christianity Crucified
Uses Wastes
Wastes time to reflect to live
Him
know God
better,
to others,
and love and learn
Retrogresses
back
to
to
what
me I
used to be
The
neural paths are stronger than before
The
scars deface
me
My habits change, I
hurt
I
tear
the
all
and
I
more
become
the bore:
Claiming Christ's sanction, Yet infecting others from
Then
it
is I
my
rotten core.
see that Jesus sees
My distorted figure formed He stretches out His hand and And I become transformed.
frees
by Jeannette Gibson
41
Soliloquy
Frolicking through the forest
dripping off the leaves
bouncing around the
tree trunks
trickling like a stream is
the
melody of a
quiet forest.
The crunching of brown leaves the rustle of vines
the whisper of violets
and the is
harmony
hum
of bees
in a quiet forest.
The cheery whistle of
a cardinal
or the chatter of a squirrel the breath of breezes
and the noise of many is
a
symphony
little
creatures
in silence,
by Stephanie Thompson
42
Beauty by Naomi Thompson
That her.
She
is
the first thing
you think of when you see
Long, golden brown hair cascading down
A
Interminable eyelashes framing sparkling green eyes.
her back.
rosy mouth
made
to smile.
Her beauty
beautiful. delicate.
is
beautiful.
She
is
Her beauty
intriguing.
is
dainty.
Straight white teeth.
She
Yes, she
is
She
shining.
is
is
loved by everyone.
is
Radiant.
The one word is
mouth ality.
She
that perfectly describes her personality.
When
one of the most sincere people you will ever meet.
her
smiles, her eyes smile and pull you into her loving person-
You
can't help but love her.
everything.
She
kind to everyone and
is
She loves everyone. She helps poor animals
that
have
been deserted by their owners on the side of the road. She feeds
She plays with the children,
the ducks and birds in the park.
pushing them on the swings and screaming playfully during a
game of hide-and-seek. Everyone
No one
an unkind word to say to or about her. Yes, she delicate.
She
is
dainty.
At school, she
is
She
is
her.
She
is
She has
all
the boys panting
She knows
She gets excellent grades and
all
that she deserves
of the teachers love
She wears only the newest fashions, but she doesn't look
down on
others that do not have
it
as
good
everyone, even the less fortunate than her. club
radiant.
is
one
can think of
loved by everyone.
popular.
after her, but she dates only the best.
the best.
No
loves and admires her.
can think of a time she ever wronged anyone.
at
as her.
She
She loves the
is in
Her voice
school and she has voice lessons every week.
that of an angel.
When
she sings, old ladies look
beauty and hear her angelic voice and they together.
She
is
delicate.
She
is
dainty.
cry.
She
is
at
Drama
her radiant
She has
it
all
loved by every-
one.
But ignore beauty. Ignore radiance. Ignore on the inside.
It is all
a front, a lie.
Conniving.
43
it
all.
Look
is
That people love
why
her
is
spirit.
She does
She does not love
her.
the nice,
all
herself.
she must put up this front. She must
good things
She hates
REAL
should find out
how
She must go on
living this
is
dainty.
She
is
her
lie.
spirit is,
She
is
herself.
make everyone
she will wither up and die. But ssshhh...you cannot
to
tell.
make That
is
love her, or If
anyone
they would surely hate her.
conniving. She
is
delicate.
She
loved by everyone.
Selfish.
The one word seem
to listen
to describe her heart.
You can be
but of herself.
telling her
She thinks not of others,
your deepest secret and she will
and sympathize, even cry with you. But she
listening to your problem.
She
is
such a good "friend." She does not care about your is
thinking only of herself.
not
is
patting herself on the back for being silly
problem, she
She secretly congratulates herself
for
being such a good person; so honest, so loved. She only does the good things so that people will look at her and think, "My, she's a nice girl!"
And
thoughts.
She
is
they do. They do not see her heart. They do not hear her
They do not know
"Who
is this
She
me. She
is
this girl.
She
loved by everyone. girl?" is
you
ask.
you. She
is all
of us.
44
is
selfish.
She
is
dainty.
Do You
Me?
See
What do you
me?
see in
besides ink on
my
fingers
and paint on
my
nose?
What do you
see in
down deep
me
inside
way back behind my eyes?
Do you
see the dreams
dancing
in
my
head
my
the hopes singing in
Do you
heart?
see the plans
the aspirations
or the fears and cold dread?
Do you humanity
see in
me
yet a spark reflecting divinity?
Do you
see in
the striving of a
the need of a
Do you
me
human
human
heart?
me
see any of
evenjust a
little
part?
by Stephanie Thompson
45
soul
Creation How beautiful now, the coast of the sea, the forest
is
green,
with some different
I
stay, in
trees.
my thoughts
on the coast of the I
God
-
think
sea,
a beautiful vision for
the great creator
of our world
He He
- It's
-
loves us.
gives us His beautiful world.
He gave us His Son who died on this earth, and now I live in beautiful peace.
By Liuba Litvinkova
46
me.
Narva, Estonia The beautiful townThe town of dreams... The beautiful town with fantastic wings.
It's
history old,
And
legends retold.
They They
live in
my world
are parts of me.
The The The
beautiful lady and her
And
beautiful
tales
tales
about the witch in the sky
about our
town
handsome
knight.
life, -
That
is
covered with night.
By Liuba Litvinkova
47
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