Just Ask
Contributed by Ginger Bear
The Lord above has strength beyond
All powers of the Earth.
He’s here to help you anytime
And has been since your birth.
Reach to Him with open arms,
Accept his loving ways.
He will show you happiness
And brighten darkened days.
I know the strength that Satan has
And that he can prevail.
But, please remember Jesus Christ
Because He never fails!
I pray that Satan will not tempt
Your day’s activities.
If he does, pray to the Lord.
Just ask and you’ll receive.
Standing Your Ground
Contributed by Robert Lyons
If you stand your ground and I stand mine, the ground between, we put a line.
Forever more the wall will stand, a border across a barren land,
Shameful, twisted, infertile trees, odiferous vomitus air of disease,
Away afar upon a mound, I view you and your mingling bands.
I sit tall, an order delivered, slithering forth trust to verify.
I discover your plan of misery, towards my future volubility,
Think not I, not I to think! Think not one, not one to blink!
I comprehend the vulnerability, I view clearly the shadows dance.
Do I choose to storm the gate? Siege, siege! My defeat
Concreted upon the cry, as forward soldiers before me die.
I decided their cruel fate. I created the hate by happenstance!
Their chances entangled in my romance, the ground before me stained
And shattered. Clattering, plappering of lives disaster. Must I hold at this hill?
Or beyond at Heaven’s gate? A wall disturbed by an entrance,
A wall no more destroyed by ignorance. Where do I stand a noble general?
Or seen by the world, merely a criminal?
I did, I saw, I commanded attention! I soared, I crashed, I confounded convention!
In the end, I am so embattled, locked up high in this castle,
Armed and ready for revolt. Remember the mound, the searing throat.
Remember pride and love of country, beautiful gardens of loves construction,
A missioned scene to produce reflection on battles consequential indiscretion.
What is there to believe, if we aren’t to tend our tree, roots obliterated by draught’s
Volatility? Concreted by insufferable attack.
Morning Dawn
Contributed by Nicholas Begich Sr.
Standing in front of the window, looking out into the morning light,
It’s after ten and the sun is still not seen.
Resting in the slow rise of midwinter in the north,
Thinking about nothing, just being here, now, in the early daylight.
The sound of the night music soft in the background of this day,
Listening to each note combine into melody and rise into the wind.
Here I sit in fire’s heat, the glow of embers, the licks of flame.
Here in the now of the morning this wintery day.
She is starting to stir, my little one asleep in bliss,
Dreaming morning dreams in and out of the morning mist.
She drifts back as the song changes and the warmth keeps her there,
Held in the early, cold morning air, the breath of a new day dawns.
Winter awakens, the gloom of night lifts and the day emerges.
From behind the mountain, the sun is trying to rise and will again
In its brief appearance before descending back into the night.
The warmth is remembered, the universe embraced, as the light touched my face.
Yule Dogs
Contributed by Nan Potts
The Yule Log, a tradition,
Arose from Nordic kin.
‘Tis burned upon each Xmas Eve
With ritualistic din.
In honor of the Norse god, Thor,
The log to him entreat
And hasten the return of Sol;
Midwinter’s dark, retreat.
Before my hearth, two dogs reside,
Combed and fluffed by groomers,
Indulge themselves before the Yule;
Cheerful fire, humors.
With festive scarves of red and green
Around their scruffs are donned;
Seasonal adornments foretell
A time which we are fond.
A cooing word escapes my lips,
Tails thump in lazed echoes.
No other muscles budge an inch,
Except, a twitching nose.
These dogs of Juul, in passive pose
Need no celebration;
Just a warm place to sleep and their
master’s adoration.
