Writers Corner

THANKSGIVING

There are times to be remembered

Moments passing through my life

Each one holding a special action,

Feelings of contentment

And a certain kind of adoration.

Meshed between the heartaches

The joyful noise is pressed against my heart and

Before my eyes, the reality becomes a memory.

As I watch in blissful wonder

The story unfolds of faith and everlasting love.

The story of life and things that bind the heart.

We are gathered together with all our fears and friendships

To a place in the heart we call home.

We are together in this universe

And we cling to that which makes us whole.

We are love, we are tears, we are smiles

We are family.

- Linda Nelson,

Coeur d'Alene

THE GREATEST CHRISTMAS GIFT

I can remember long ago,

One Christmas eve in church,

The pastor spoke about God's Son

And why he came to earth.

Then as I listened to him speak,

The story did unfold,

How God had sent his only Son

As prophets had foretold.

His was a virgin birth, he said,

He was the great I AM,

He was the Savior of the world,

the sacrificial lamb.

His Son had come to cleanse our hearts,

To free us from our sin.

He came to give us life anew,

To change what we had been.

He told of God's great love for us,

The cross, where his Son died,

To give all men eternal life

Forever at his side.

Then as I pondered what I'd heard,

I bowed my head right there.

Lord Jesus come into my heart,

it was a simple prayer.

And as I left that little church,

I knew I had received,

The greatest Christmas gift of all,

In church that Christmas eve.

- Glenna Fox,

Coeur d'Alene

ABOVE THE RAINBOW

As I look at my life I think to myself, "What is it that I need?" I've tried this and I've done that; still I remain alone within my lonely soul. The "hope of dope" is nothing more than a delusion in a dream. Lord knows I have tangled my heart and mind in the artificial joy of a plastic reality. In some realms of society that is acceptable; however, some people never come back from the Land of Oz. Dorothy is a rare exception, and she could not have made it if it were not for the Lion, Scarecrow and Tin Man.

Long ago in a fairy tale, I was a soldier and took orders from military minds - and lost mine. I think I would rather have been lost in the Land of Oz because at least I would have had enough sense to follow the yellow brick road. Still, a road paved in gold is full of corruption. So what is the answer? What is it that I need? Once upon a time, I had a wife (or should I say she had me). I was a boy trying to fill a man's shoes. I worked hard for a beggar's wage, and I was grateful. So what is life and what does it mean to me? I have walked down many roads, wandering aimlessly, not knowing where I was traveling. When Dorothy found the wizard, she knew she had found her way home. It would be wonderful if all the poor lost souls could find a wizard. So what is it I need? Perhaps it lies somewhere above the rainbow.

- Keith Sargent, Mullan

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