Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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Day by day the earth revolves, Beneath the great unblinking eye. Its path a maze to solve. Man solved it once and by and by He left his planet, where it lay An unsolved twisted maze, Poisoned by his unfinished stay. LU?-Cycle He was born He lived in the slums He went to school He learned to hate To hate himself, to hate his friends His son was born His son lived in the glass mansion He went to no school He learned to love To love his friends, to love himself To love his neighbours His father killed him because he loved His father died because he knew no love. Yet he always returns from the trails he blazes Back to the unseen dying womb. twenty-four The sun rose casting forth its light, Dispelling the shadows of the nightg For awhile love for all was right, But again the sun sank out of sight. Love was replaced by distrust and hate, Uncertainty became man's awful fate. The shadows of the night conquer the great And when the sun rises it may be too late.

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I would understand that my life. an impereeptible breath in this great whole, Is an indispensable treasure in the Father's plan. Then, falling on my knees, I would admire, Lord. the mystery of this world Which, in spite of the innumerable and hateful snags of sin, ls a long throb of love towards Love eternal. I would like to rise very high, Lord, Above my eity, Above the world. Above time. I would like to purify my glance and borrow your eyes. Ascencio I turn my head to dream of other worlds Far away, yetjust beyond my mind. Yet corners in the ball are screaming down my throat, Telling me I must return To see and not to know Naked children starving in the desert: Crumbling down, spinning round, torn between. now and later on. Who am I to say I must not go? When am I to leave behind all that we ean know. To add any thoughts to others who have caught a glimpse Of why we see and who we are and what we all must he? When I see the end of me what will I see then Of hopes and hearts and dreams of people Who never can be again? Miehael Sn iith twentyerlirvc

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Lord, Why Dia' You Tell Me To Lord, why did you tell me to love all men, my brothers? I have tried, but I come back to you, frightened . . . Lord, I was so peaceful at home, I was so comfortably settled. I was well-furnished, and I felt cozy. I was alone, I was at peace, Sheltered from the wind and the rain, kept clean. I would have stayed unsullied in my ivory tower. But, Lord, you have discovered a breach in my defenses. You have forced me to open my door. Like a squall of rain in the face, the cry of men has awakened me: Like a gale of wind a friendship has shaken me, Stealing in like a shaft of light, your grace has disturbed me. Rashly enough, I left my door ajar. Now, Lord, I am lost! Outside, men were lying in wait for me. I did not know they were so nearg in this house, in this street. in this officeg my neighbor, my colleague, my friend. As soon as I started to open the door I saw them, with outstretched hands, anxious eyes, longing hearts, like beggars on church steps. The first came in, Lord. There was, after all, a bit of space in my heart. I welcomed them. I would have cared for them and fondled them, my very own little lambs, my little flock. You would have been pleased, Lord, I would have served and honoured you in a proper, respectable way. Until then, it was sensible . . . But the next ones, Lord, the other men e I had not seen themg they were hidden behind the first ones. There were more of them. They were wretched: they overpowered me without warning. We had to crowd in, I had to find room for them. Now they have come from all over in successive waves, pushing one another. jostling one another. They have come from all over town, from all parts of the country, of the worldg numberless, inexhaustible. They don't come alone any longer but in groups, bound one to another. They come bending under heavy loads, loads of injustice, of resentment and hate, of suffering and sin . . . They drag the world behind them, with everything rusted, twisted, badly adjusted. L0 ve? twen ty- Eve