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"Death"           Regi Smith

THE MEASURE OF LIFE
"Life is not a goblet to be drained, but is a measure to be filled."

  A goblet drained of its wine has no further use. The wine is good while it lasts, but in a moment it is gone and forgotten. Nothing is left for others; nothing is left for oneself.

   Life drained of cheap joys is also useless. A play here, a dance there, a party another night give little pleasure afterwards. Wrested money and social prestige also serve only to heighten frustration. Their possession destroys men to gain; the gains in turn destroy the possessor. Soon comes old age undermining the futility of this existence. The cheap joys have all been drained from life, and only a drifting, hollow shell of a man is left. He will die shortly and be forgotten.

   Must life be so cheap and meaningless? Is one to last but seventy short years or less, and then drift into oblivion? It need not be so.

   Instead of draining the goblet, one must fill it with good wine. Each man has a measure to fill to the best of his ability. But what is this measure? Man's measures vary greatly from genera- tion to generation, and from one society to another; but there is a divine measure which does not vary, "the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ." (Eph. 4:13) Christ lived as an example of the two greatest commandments: "Love your neighbour as yourself" and "Love the Lord your God". Obedience to these commandments will make a constructive, purposeful life with a great goal for which to strive. Love is recognized in every generation and society , and love is appreciated by all. It can work miracles in helping others, encouraging when things go wrong, and in leading others on to true greatness. Love leaves behind a legacy long after a man dies. It fills the cup for others to drink, and shows others how to fill their own measure.

   Loving also helps one. It fills man with lasting joy and peace which age cannot remove from him. When old, a loving man will have many friends and inner happiness to comfort and help. Finally, his eternal reward will be a measure filled and bubbling over. Each man is faced with the choice of draining or filling the goblet. May each choose wisely.

Eunice Jackson



small sparrow
lying in the gutter
blood sticky on its wings,
small crushed bones
- one bird is better than none -
(and so I watch it with distaste
and pass it by.)

and animals I've
hunted now and then
"my dear, you notice
how it hops
around in circles.
Try to aim a little
better ... here, I'll
show you how."
      (hem-hem,

I lean against her,
then I plant a kiss
upon her brow.)

So on and on
and looking back
Some day I'll wonder
why,
till once upon a time
my fairy princess death
will come
and abra-ka-dabra
I too will die.

P. W. Q. Moore



MOUNTAIN SCENERY

The majestic mountains stood tall against the clear blue sky. Brilliant rays of sunlight shone in abundance upon the snowy white peaks, making them sparkle and glitter like diamonds. Rugged ridges make the mountains look unconquerable. A turbulent stream of fresh clear water gushed from the mountain's glacier to mingle with the tranquil waters of the lake. Along the path, lovely waterfalls are formed. The fascinating sight of water tumbling over a sheer cliff is enough to take your breath away. Water dashing violently on rock below sends up a fine spray of sparking mist. Sunlight beaming through the spray creates enchanting spectrums. On the banks the long branches of willows are gently blown by a breeze. Leaves on the tips of the branches touch the water and break the smooth surface of the lake sending ripples throu9h their reflections. But soon this peace will be broken by the harsh voices of the intruder.

June Chu




Why do animals have those little pads on their paws?

Corns!





[Peter Moore]