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Land of the Midnight Son Copyright 2006 L.Anguss
Smith
Standing atop Alaska’s Eagle Summit On the premiere of summer’s days Where the Steese Highway begins its plummet To where the Yukon River plays. One sees the horizon receive a kiss From El Sol’s Artic midnight flight. And a viewer’s heart fills with soulful bliss For the sun is never, out of sight.
Standing six months hence, on same grand summit, On the premiere of winter’s days North winds howl and temperatures plummet From lack of warming solar rays. One sees no horizon for dark persists. It is El Sol’s Antarctic flight. The viewer’s body chills from natures twist For the sun is ever, out of sight.
On those cold and darkened December days Seeking warmth from the winter’s frost Did ancient people search for the sun’s rays, Wondering if their sun was lost? Did they question what wickedness they’d done, To displease the controlling gods So much for them to have withdrawn the sun, Leaving man and nature at odds?
No such queries among them could I uncover, As I questioned those that should know. It seems when snow and ice were their ground cover They dealt with what life did bestow Their survival demanded no delays, To ponder questions or complain, Amid these gloomy arctic winter days, Any such worries would be in vain.
Throughout the artic night they learnt to feast, And to keep themselves from freezing, By thankfully using the fish and beast God provided for their easing. The same ice that threatened their existence Provided igloos on their hunts And the fauna that were their subsistence Supplied the hides to build their huts.
There’s much to learn from these ancient people For God gives all we need to thrive, Whether at home, work or church with steeple God’s Word is there and it’s alive. Do not question if the Son has left you When His presence you cannot sense, And your problems you can’t construe, For He loves you without pretence.
Oh! Standing on promises from God’s Holy Word On the best spiritual days, When one’s spirit is soaring like a bird, It is easy to rejoice and praise. One can perceive God’s love without remiss When life is temperate and bright. For believers’ hearts fill with joyful bliss When Christ, God’s Son, is in our sight.
But, feeding on promises from God’s Holy Word On the worst of spiritual days, When your spirit’s attack by Satan’s herd And your mind’s in a careworn haze. Tis then that faith, can all our doubts dismiss, Restoring peace whatever our plight, So our weary hearts can then fill with bliss Even when the Son is out of sight.
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