This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed upon the ground. Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets up, the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how.
Poetry
Stephen Wayne Anderson 8-01-1990
Light a candle for my memory
in a quiet chapel by the sea;
as day drifts into dusky night,
cup it in your hands and hold me tight;
Alexander Jacobs 6-01-1989
And then there was the day the angels arrived/To collect all the medals from all the wars
Franz 11-01-1987
All that's left
Is the funeral
And the reading of the will.
Another prisoner is executed.
Long live the VCR
And his and her king-size bed.
The Constitution is the hearse.
Apple pie
In the sky.
Bury the body
In a wooden box
Under the Southern cross.
Turn up the volume
Eat your ice cream
And read about it in the paper
But will you share the grief?
Give me an epitaph,
Freedom is now at hand
Having never come before.
L.M. Jendrzejczyk 1-01-1987
Nineteen-year-old Rodrigo Rojas de Negri was beaten and burned to death by Chilean security police for participating in an anti-government demonstration in July 1986. Veronica Rojas de Negri is his mother.
Amy Beth Cross 7-01-1986
For Sara
The chain jangles like wind chimes
in the emptiness
as my key springs the padlock open.
Ten more steps
with the tense stillness
that has waited all day in these hallways
following me down the stairs.