December 1966 School Magazine

December, 1966

Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

December, 1966

He lives a very simple life, concerning himself little with the cares of other men. He has few worries of his ,own and lives by the rising and setting of the sun. He seldom even thinks of the world outside, but lives contentedly in his own small one. He is perfectly happy with his way of living and wishes for nothing more. - M. WYLIE, VB, LILLEY HOUSE IN THIS, THE CHRYSALIS OF CREATION As the butterfly spreads its delicate wings and flies off into a fleeting contentment, left is its golden cocoon from whence this fragile wonder broke free. Left is its time of re-development and strange eerie transformation. Even it does not realize in its meagre mind what almightly power has cast His breath over the apparently lifeless, glittering orb and freed it from the baubleous cage. From squirmy, slimy, ugly dragon like worm which, afraid, crossed the fragrant , fleshy leaves - it incarnated. Now see its magnificence . Oh caterpillar ! how stupid you appear - oh struggle for survival and torment of many predators. Hide, seek relief from your time of ignorance . Hide in the depths of lush pearly darkness. Escape from your time of misery into - this, the chrysalis of creation. Now we see the frantic changes; spin your web of education, crawl inside and hide and contemplate and then - change. Oh tremendous transformation, frightening and feverish, it takes long but all this time is needed. Completely change, change every aspect of what was normal and expected, change every tradition and mystic belief . If the shell is bumped or jolted, however slightly or in- significantly at this time, how it could affect the future. This would cripple or kill, so be wary . Gently inside your protective web, try to become a better creature for this will be your only hope of flickering glory and continuous contentment, if only {or a moment in the whirring foreverness of the universe . Then, fascinating, fleeting, perfect form dashing charmingly and prancing into blue infinity. Gone are the pressures and struggles of forgotten times . Life seems eternal and eternal seems the freedom, but dreadful doom crushes the crescendo of dreams and aspirations to this boredom which it becomes. Oh! piteous sobs and crumpled hopes and pleas of strange tones as deepest churning black waves into a scarlet abyss. The voice bays mournfully for the past times and the souls cling to the unhearing stars but away, away . Slowly they away and are worthless in the glimmering universe of scarlet. - K. DENMAN, IVC, GIBSON HOUSE 62

STORM IN THE DANDENONGS

The earth waits As if suspended, hanging Motionless in space. A stranger silence Shrouds all sound, seeming The very heavens to encase. All life seems To have stopped. Even The birds have gone, singing Somewhere only far away, Almost as a dream Among the mountains, fading As dreams of yesterday. In the cities, · Life teems on, sensing Not the stirring far beyond Among the trees, Burnt out souls who Toss and fret , burning Fresher now on cooler breeze. From the sky A word is caught, repeating Still and still again, Tossed above, exalted, And in triumph ringing - The very pulse of life is rain.' The faintest breath Of coolness, barely whispering Among the furthest sounds; A distant murmur, As if in limbo, leaving ]ust the sighing that resounds From fading echoes- Followed by a stronger breath.

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The silence moves; And softly trembles On the brink, beating, Soft, of muffled hooves. The sky takes fire.' Tormented mass of whirling smoke Streaked and charred with burning gold. 63