Friday, February 22, 2008

Check out our Yearbook photo slide show!

Don't you look Familiar!

See a picture you like, or you want your own copy?
1. Click on top of the slide show image.
2. Allow a pop up in your browser for Picasa Web Albums.
3. You will see the last photo you clicked on, right-click & save to your computer OR
4. Click on the "View Album" link and browse thru all 97 photos collected for your favorite!
5. Please remember this is "in progress," and theres more to come.

Friday, February 8, 2008

Seven Blue Rose Petals Have Been Crushed, Yet Their Fragrance Lives On










A lovely rose with petals soft, a scent so sweet and light,
So beautiful a flower with colors shining bright.

But something not so savory about the fragrant rose,
The thorns, so sharp upon the stem,
That sharpen as it grows.

Yet still lovely is the flower
Despite the thorns that prick,
Just as life and love are sweet,
They too have thorns that stick.

But do not fear to live or love,
Life's not exempt from pain.
So pick a rose, you may get hurt,
But you will also gain!

I love roses of all scents and colors.
They have always been my favorite flowers.
They remind me of the wonder of life and love,
While they are beautiful and delicate,
They also have thorns.

Just like life,
There are joys, and sorrows,
Sweet and bitter, light and dark.
When God created the rose,
I believe He was showing us
The opposites contained in life itself.

When a rose is crushed,
That is when its fragrance is at its best.
It is in our hardest times,
When we learn the most,
Not in our happiest times.

Roses are used in so many events in our lives,
More than any flower.
They are given to express love.
Rosebuds are often used to represent babies
And are used at weddings, and funerals.

There, again we have a rose
Used in a happy event and a sad one.
They also come in many colors
And varieties, just as people do.

After the coldest winter,
We know the rose will bloom again.
After the storms, there are rainbows.

When the rose dies, its fragrance lives on.
When a human rose dies,
Their fragrance lives on too,
In memories on earth, and in the garden of God.

I know there are seven fragrant
Crushed blue rose petals in the garden of God.

In Memoriam of my classmates,

Shelley Herndon Reyes

Please share your memories and stories about these classmates on the blog.