The Lighthouse

As i walk the high banks of the mountain.
At its edge overlooking the sea.
In the distance through the fog I see the
light from the lighthouse going around
casting its light upon the sea.

This light is for sailing ships to find
bringing them home safely.
I place my shawl around me as
dampness is setting in.
Sitting down upon the rock where
often I have been.

I can hear the waves crashing up
against the mountainside.
I can hear the songs of whales
as they pass me by.
I sit in silence not to miss
a single little sound.
Watching the lighthouse light
going around and around.

I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder
startling me.
I turn and look around not a person
did I see.
The fog is thickening I can barely
see the light.
I will find my way back home with
the use of my flashlight.

As I neared my home, I had left the
porch light on.
What a welcomed sight I was gone
so long.

We all have a light shining in us.
When love is shown it shines very
bright.
There is always a light to show you
the way.
Even on the darkest day.

by: paula strasburg
March 5,2009