February 25, 1964
Columns
Page five
THE
One; There is a difference
Complete—
Between You and I
I feel—I do not know!
There is something
Definite—
I am me
and—
You are you
Another: Individuals?
One: Perhaps!—Although
There is none
I think—^No!
How could I?
I am a part
of—
That which I damn!
Another: Rebel this hellish thing!
One: I can’t—
If I did I could not alone
For there would be you
And—
We would be apart again—
Another; But—
Why would this be so?
One: I do not know—
I really do!
To this we would conform
And—
Then we would be much
the same as that from
whence we came—
Another: You are lost—
and—
So am I—
One: What can we do?
Is there no answer?
Life—As such is now
is—
With vow—
To conform!
This is but the natural
bounds—
Imposed on—
You and I
And we must find
a way to live
Together—You and I
I know,
I dare not think—
There is a way!
Another: Escape this horrid thing
It brought to me a welcomed
thought—But then again
How can I? We are a part!
—R. COLTRANE
COLLEGIAN
Friendship The Mountain, the Wind and the Sea
I want the folks I meet each day.
Wherever I may be.
To know that joy and happiness
Just radiate from me;
I want to put so much into
Each handclasp I extend.
That everyone I meet will say,
“I know he’ll be a friend.”
A Friend
My God—My Man
Man looks above
And woman looks to man.
One seeks his maker.
The other—her mate.
To each his own.
♦ * *
At first he seemed another
One among myriads;
Existing, not being;
Plodding with the kine
Onward to green pastures.
But
IsawheardfeltKNOW
That
HE, my HE,
Is a mortal diety.
For
His eyes see me
His tongue tells me
His hands form me
And I am His creation
^ 4: ^
Some have gazes blindly upward.
Soothed by illusive faith.
Satisfied with promise.
Others have found Him here.
And know fulfillment
To each his own
Bird
Regret
I thought that I should walk in
light
And never see dark again,
but—
A lonely body cried come in!
And I a foolish clown of
three
Joined in hand with the dark
until—
A lonely body cried come back!
Come back!
Then a flower not so pure was
I
But rather a weary darksome bloom
in dismay—
A lonely body cried stay!
Stay!
I now, a fruitful night, am
passed
Wonders of these things called light
and then—
A scared body cried now rest!
Now rest!
Delores Crocker
I see the mountain;
It can be humble;
It can be mighty.
But is there more?
The mountain is all-powerful;
It thrusts up into the sky
Above all on this earth
Even above all we know.
The mountain appears hazy in the distance;
It appears to be a gray unknowable mass.
But when I approach it;
I can see it and know it clearly.
II
I see the wind;
It can be gentle;
It can be rough,
But is there more?
The wind sometimes brushes
With the touch of a feather;
The wind sometimes lashes
With the smash of a steel fist.
They say,
“Ha! The wind cannot be seen,”
And I answer,
“I feel and I know, therefore I see.”
III
I see the sea;
It can be calm;
It can be wild.
But is there more?
The waves roll in, roU in;
They become mighty;
Then they fall.
And spread outward, inward
To nestle the shore.
The sea is restless;
The wind stirs the sea.
And it crashes against
The craggy brow of the mountain;
In conflict they meet and none give.
IV
I have seen the mountain;
I have seen the wind;
I have seen the sea;
And truly there is more.
There is a power behind the mountain,
the wind, and the sea;
And they ask, “How can we know this power”;
And I answer, “To know the truth of the mountain,
the wind, and the sea,
Is to know the power behind all.”
L. S. B.
The Mightiness of God
I stood to watch the sun rise;
It did, and it still shines
To brighten the unlovely to beauty.
I lay to see the moon appear;
It did, and remains the prize
Of my fantastic nocturnal dreams.
I have looked at the rain
While it peppered as rain will
And will again, to cause life to be.
I live with this quiet thought
Of what is, and what will be
To tell again his world of unselfish love.
I have heard that new-born cry
Of my very own. Can it be?
It is, and perhaps again, perhaps,
There is a purpose, I say!
Or for one I search
But not in vain.
For now I know who and why!
—From “Thoughts”
by Lin Finch
I have seen the smile of death;
But not death! The smile itself
Said “no!” It was but a beginning!
I stand now to live;
For his glory now I know;
By faith to live! My Lord and God!
David Daniel