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POETRY - SECOND
RUTH WAMBOLD IX F
ESSAY - GWillES 12 & 13 - SEjOND
HUGH BUTTERS XIII
SPRING
Maiden spring skipped lightly forth dne chilly April day;
With a wave of her hand
Sent all the chilling winds away.
She spread about her worming breath Thot began to melt the snow;
On ali the tr,ess, she touched the buds
And made them swell and grow.
She called to crow and morning ' dove
To nest up in the trees;
She painted the sky a clear light blue Ar.d coaxed a warming breeze .
She set the brooks a ,·,Z:l,..!.y'..ng And n- ,bubbling l?usy,
AnG. last of all, she stopped her work, To rest till another spring.
STILL THERE IS LIGHT
When the heavenly beauty of an early summer morning was breaking across a golden field of wheat, or later on when the leaves were blending an indescribable 'oolour, I often wondered what it would be like to be forever in complete darkness : if'after knowing whot beauty God has given us, I would be able to stand not seeing
Buch wonders again.
I Then it happened. Those hollow words of the doCtor fell like 0 giant tree onto
inY.heart. "I'm sorry, son ••••" The rest was lost as my mind began to swirl. Faces that were once familiar were now gone , were now just a distant memory
rar back in· the darkened re!:l c1es of my mind.
"Why me?" I asked as I lay on my bed. Tears streamed from my sightless eyes.
For weeks I lay there, not caring, \~i8hing only for death. Of whDt use was I?
'L'1e JIlUsic of a chirping bird 'woke me. Although a great silence closed around
me, as I listened, gradually I began to see - not physically but somehow deep, within me. I could fee~ the warrnrays of the sun spread across my face. Nature was once more at work. " ,
Then my thoughts o'egan to change. ' He had'made such beauties that we of our kind may "see" them, as we would want them to be. We are closer now to Him than ever before.
I had the answer to my anguished plea, ''Why me?" He had taken my sight so that
my soul might see.
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