Lighthouse

In the cold, dark, and lonely night The single light flashing yields Intermittent reassurance To the sailor's wavering nerve and slipping Grip upon the wheel The distant shore obliterated by the black wash of the Midnight sky Waves crashing on every sense of Stability in the teetering play of Earth's Mad passions The still point burning Flash. Flash. One…two…three...four… Flash. Flash. One…two…three...four… Adrift no more. We find our bearings here. Determined to move forward Our destination charted well In advance of our tardy coming The light's penetrating beacon Enough to guide from one neglected outpost of eternity To another. ~ Laurence Overmire