Lighthouse
In the ruckus of storm-tossed days,
You, steady as stone, aglow,
While I, a mere skiff in spray,
Veered near the gnash of despair\'s undertow.
Your beam—a silent hallelujah,
Sliced through the squall, a keen knife\'s edge,
Cutting a clear path through the tumult,
To harbor\'s embrace, love\'s pledge.
Without you, the night\'s a blindfold,
The sea a bed of nails,
Each wave a riddle in the dark,
Each gale a chorus of wails.
With you, the rocks, the peril,
Fade to myths of olden sin.
The shipwreck of our yesterdays,
Washed ashore, begins anew to begin.