Sacred Heart High School - Corric Yearbook (Kingston, MA)

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ggJySt is time to begin our tapestry. It is time to dream of our design. A pattern we will not tire of; One filled with intricate challenge. We must grade the silver of our needles and check the strength of our yarn. Our hands must be steady and eyes clear. QBjjith our pattern on our lap, tools at our side, and anticipation in our hearts we begin. As the needle, sharp with force and brightness, is directed on its piercing way, it leaves behind only a taste of a picture that we must be determined to complete. jays pass like minutes and years like moments. Our needle is dull and the eyes strain to focus. The hand shakes with the final movements as we complete this textile of reality. Some will have before them a tapestry of the finest texture and a whirl wind of hues. Yet for others their finished work will be monotonous, lacking depth, hanging limp against the wall. HOI say No”, to those who blindly blame failure on a weakened scan of yarn or broken needles. I have hope for the artist who is aware that failure is due to a spiritless soul. One lacking, perhaps, in faith and love towards God, man and himself. And I offer thanks to those who return, for to begin, we are craftsmen of a tapestry, creators of a life.