Lighthouse

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.