At hours two seventeen
I woke to see the sky in a web of sheen
Thunderclaps hit in an instant
Shaking my building from no distance
Terrified I turned to look
Ten more series of thunders broke
They peel and bolt
Turning me breathless fears provoked
Nature is showing its wrath
The spheres in a whirl bath Continue reading
“The Spirit of Wah Yan” was first defined by Father Gallagher, the first Jesuit Rector and Headmaster of Wah Yan
College in 1932, when the Society of Jesuits took over the management from Mr. Tsui Yan-sau, the founder.
Here is the reprint from The Star with a Chinese translation. A translation from the internet without the name of the translator and the date was appended.
We should be happy if our readers could produce other versions.
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I have entered the photo contest run by Cathay Pacific. My first submission of 11 photos have been posted on the site today.
I need your support. I need your vote. If you like my photos, please also get your friends to vote for them.
Although the voting for this lot ends Sept. 26, the votes are counted each week for a weekly winner. Therefore, if you all can submit your votes this week so they are not spread over two (weeks), that would help. (However, don’t put it a burden on yourself to vote this week.)
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Hours after midnight
High above dormant city-lights
Hangs a cobalt blue sky
No wind or sound
When people are in deep slumber
The world is mine to ponder Continue reading
Beneath grey clouds and pale-blue sky
Scattering patches of orange pink rise
Further up a protruding cloud is silver-lined
To complete this fascinating picture of dawn Continue reading
The East Slope 江紹倫譯
Washed by rain the east slope a beauty under moonshine
I arrive to survey the terrain people had left behind
Do not dismiss this deserted slope leading to nowhere
Here I stick my staff heavy its resonance loud and clear
This is the final letter to parents by Father Coghlan, the last Jesuit Principal in HK.
Please click the letterhead to read it.
Begonia (1) 江紹倫譯
Her noble beauty shines in vernal breeze
The moon moving across sky keeps the world in spree
I fear this flower falls into slumber deep at night
And burn a red candle to keep her looks in delight
“In the morning I often stand in the archway near the telephone room, watching the students on the last stage of their journey to school. There is a striking difference in how the students walk and hold themselves. Many, very many in fact, look brisk and cheerful… A few, however, look dull, sad and preoccupied… It saddens me to think that some Wah Yan students may have nothing to look forward to during a day at school…”
Be you a wahyanite, a teacher or a parent, you’ll feel good reading this passage by Father Coghlan when he was the Principal in Wah Yan College, Hong Kong. (A. Ho)
Click here to read the whole passage.
