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Horizon 2017
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Poem 2
Make me,your microphone,oh Lord,ready for your voice. Your Holy Word,the sound that comes when I speak. My grand emotions,that are words of Hope.
My soul,the message that is hidden deep in my heart. The Holy Spirit,Father and the Son.
Are like the capsule,circuit,and the XLR plug three in one. The sacraments are adjusting my voice.
And now the listeners are ready for my message.
Grant them a peaceful mind to grasp what will help them. And grace me with a perfect inspiring voice!
Catherine Clement Ladu ’18
RIP Frank
There in the jungle, a great mourning was taking place. All the animals wailed, shedding tears for their lost patriarch. News had just reached them of the death of Frank. Frank was a legend. A gorilla who had no peers. Every creature of the forest, be it bird, fish, or other looked up to him. Upon his tragic death, the animals converged at Frank’s old house, where he had stayed in his visits to the jungle from the zoo. It stood, surrounded by trees, as a tribute to the fallen. All the animals of the forest entered the house, after hanging a wreath on it to honor Frank. ONce inside they all held hands and stood in a big circle. They closed their eyes and began
to hum. Visions of Frank danced across their minds. They remembered the good and bad about him. Except there had been nothing bad about him. And so they remembered the good. The afternoon clouds began to drift away, and the sun began to shine down on the world. It had been
a disaster. A tragedy. But somehow the animals would get through their grief. They must do it, for Frank.
Brian Bowne ’18
God
The man walking on the clouds,
Hears all of our happy, joyous, and even sorrowful sounds. He looks down below to see all of the earth,
And little do we know,
He has known us since before birth.
Although the sky grows dark and he’s unable to be seen, He has never left us, not even for a split moment in between. When the sky grows dark, his image seems to disappear, But he is still there, and remains through all of our fears. He is the creator of all,
And will always be there, even when we fall.
Gina Marzano ’18
Endless
Walking endlessly, never stopping, never exactly starting either. Clouds flow above and below, no way to tell which is which This broken cycle will never finish
The clouds grow and swell constantly
And sometimes they roll in the sky like they’re just About to open and empty water onto the ground
If the rain came, it would be possible to tell
Which way is up, where I’m going, where I’ve come from But it never happens
These clouds continue to spin, almost peaceful So the endless march continues
What else is there to do?
The wait for this rain will continue until the end.
Danielle Krakovsky ’18
Silent
My words have become empty.
I know they’ve been said before.
So what’s the point in even speaking When you know what I’m going to say? I’ve become predictable
Like a morning routine or a nightly ritual But I can’t seem to get to sunrise
Because I never saw it set.
Why when I speak you only listen to reply? For once I would like to be heard
Rather than have my volume turned down. The songs I play for you,
I know them by heart.
But you’ve got another melody
That you have stuck in your head.
So you take up another instrument
And forget the words I wrote
Acting like they weren’t for you at all.
The megaphone I scream in-
It’s battery is dead.
I should put new ones in
But why try to get someone’s attention When their back is turned to you.
Emily Kollin ’17