Legacy 1997

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

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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.

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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

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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

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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.

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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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