December 1967 School Magazine

Brisbane Girls' Gr:ammar School Magazine

December, 1967

Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

December, 1957

Pays the price of man's greatest mistake Of using power for destruction of lile. Lile which glows and reiterates, Cruelly cut olf by uiolence Which can only breed more sauagery and uoe. And so tDe all exist In tbe shadow of Hiroshima, In a musbroom of despai' yr(,gg{:Kg,'i(,6of#'J* MY CLOWN That first doy in May uthen I was lonely and strange - Two short years haue bottnd us since then - You uere laughing and gay and attractiue to all, I looked after you with longing and admiration, I recall, And desperately wanted you for my ou)n, true friend, Your fun-filied eyes seemed to beckon, yollr iesting words seemed to lure., And my heart which ua.s yearning for the ioy that u)as yours Was accepted - my days became your laotghter that rang in my ears ) And my nights became dreams that rDere rid of aII tears, As you inuiteC me i.nto your wonderful world of gladness. You teased and you ioked and you laughed at my tears, But you led me with strength from rny spoilt, shallow rDAys, And made me a person of ambition and f aith, Who has the power to think her oun thougltts and to loae You and all things which are beautiful and true. And as time began to bring us closer, I f ound. you u)ere a persoru iust like I was. You weren't always laughing and sometimes that glistening tear V/as one ol sadness, but then you became more dear While we both shared our sadness and gladness together. The hours of hilarious mirth spent each day, Where you rDere the clown uith ))our acts and your games. The mad iokes that were funny when told only by you, T he wild pranks that rt)e played Luere aaried, it's true, But each time tDe escaped, laughing, we were i:ianning the next in our fun-louing hearts. And nou) you tell me you're sick of being that f oolish, loking lester - My darling clown uith your dancing eyes and fly-away hair. But eaen funny girls can cry when they're sad fo, a while. Tornorrow you'Il greet me with thnt same tnischieuous smile T'hat will flash tbrough my dreams euery :i#./u,f1g4ryK?rrnr, 73 "our"

ESCAFE My spirit is chained by a wearine-r.r, And yearns for release from corustricting fetters Of self-deceit and em[)ty tradition. My heart is weighted by a load of yenrs, That clouds rny uision of the meaning of truth And simplicity that are only perceiued by The wild, free unconcern of childhood, That needs no philosophy to sound the sands To enter the portals of far misty worlds In harmony with Man when he strains after God. To be able to shed this, my soiled exterior, Fashioned and maintained by my own peruerse will To reaeal the naked and flawless soul That then,.ro pure and clear, will be able To reflect on its shimmering uystalline beauty The lishts of the stars in the eyes ol the Maker. T o break the web ol material matters That entagles the rnind with emotionless thoughts. To become a child agairu, and like T he tempestuous surnmer storms and the uaues As they lash out their fury on a rocky coast. To be saaa,ge and lree, the essence of those elemeruts, To flins open the heart in a wild abandonment, And then unrestricted, in glorious confusion The soul and the rnind, and the heart and the bqdy AII fuse together in exhaltation In the experience of f eelings, boundless as space, And deeper than darkness, emotions so full Of pain and ioy, that the mortal mind, Though complete understanding is denied, F eels the peruading presence of One Who has ruade all, is in all, anti loaes all. A child so warm and soft, A tiny furnace of heat and life, Is learnt in the shadow of Hiroshima. Fresh from bis mother's womb He emerged, malignant and swollen, [Jrutouched by man yet bearing the scars of LDar. An innocent who pajs, HITIOSHIMA

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