"In Control" by Maria Hruby

            Shakespeare once said, “All the word is a stage.” As I sit here in my cold desk, my little freshman mind tries to comprehend.  If the world’s a stage, I guess that makes life a play. There’s the lead role, you of course, and the cast, everyone involved in your life. The real question, though, what’s the plot? What are you going to do in the play? How will you live, for yourself, others or God? As a freshman, I can see this question is haunting. Of course people will try and influence you, but which ones will you actually let? Believe it or not, but you are in control of your life. Where you are right now, what position you’re in and where you want to go. You are in control of your actions, thoughts and opinions. What’s yours? Are you going to hang out with the type of people who are looking to bring others down with them because they don’t know what to do with their lives after high school? Are you going to hang out with the type of people looking to build others up because they know what’s right and wrong, and have confidence in knowing what they do is right? Your life, you choose.

“Je Sais” by Alexis Harris (English translation follows the French text)

Je sais que le vent

Est doré avec le soleil.

Et je sais que la pluie

Est bleue avec les nuages.

Les jours s’en vont,

La nuit est noire,

Et la rue des étoiles

Étincelle délicatement.

Je connais un homme

Qui attend en silence

Sous la rue des étoiles.

Je sais que le soleil

Lèvera bientôt,

Et les étoiles se faneront.

Je sais.

“I Know”

I know the wind

Is gold with the sun.

And I know the rain

Is blue with the clouds.

The days go away,

The night is black,

And the path of the stars

Sparkles softly.

I know a man

Who waits in silence

Under the path of the stars.

I know the sun

Will soon rise,

And the stars will fade.

I know.

“His Eyes” by Alexis Harris, Rendered from Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451

Eyes so dark they appear shining and alive,

Hypnotized like phoenix,

Awe shaking and emptying,

Wandering the silver pavement where there’s the faintest breath.

Bright as snow in the moonlight and seeking.

Sunrise of silence suspended like shining drops of

Bright water that appear dark in their fine detail.

Bits of violet amber that capture the fragile milk crystal.

Soft and constant light gently flattering the power

Of the illumination in which vast dimensions are transformed.