Principal's Thoughts

It is a blessing to be able to share with you this week the words of one of our College Captains. Imani won a poetry competition at the Byron Writers Festival over the weekend with this poem. I love the truth it speaks about the reality of the wrestle we all face and the importance of the perseverance I was speaking of at our Semester 2 commencement assembly. As I read I am reminded of both James 1:2-5 and Psalm 139 which speak of our worth and God's faithfulness that allow us to breathe... 

I pray that it is an inspiration and a blessing to you also.  

Good Tidings, 

Jonno

And I Breathe

Blessed be the air of this sky, and I breathed

I followed the oxygen into my fingertips

Tickling the sides of my liberated eyes

I waited in this cageless, fenceless, open air.

Cursed be the knocking, ever nearer to my mind

What was at a distance

Is now standing at my door

Awaken from your slumber, he cried

A thundering pit in the brain, cheekbone, and ear

Closer, louder, closer, louder

Crack.

The wind struck fury in my lower back

I heard it, tightrope tension, stress

A tide of electrons that sticks to my sleeves

I reach out to the black figure when my whispers of glee

Subdue

He knows I weary

Capitalist society till clocks strike 15teen,

Get lean like Elastic Girl, stretch out to the world

Till you're as thin as the powerlines

Slow down and quiet, please

Clocks tick, Bang

You're not enough, don't lose, next best nobody

Traintracks, hustle, hustle, hustle, a lightning heartbeat

Slow down, slow down, and quiet please.

I look up at the vivid sky

Danced in the bluebelt rapped around my hands

I’m beckoned

To a gently opaque light

A sun that blew away the surging fear

I unclench myself from Mr.black figure

In blanket clouds of solace

To brighten-I dream and wait in skyblue

For a moment, I feel peace.

Blessed be the air of this sky

And I breathe

Imani Hannaford