5-19-2011        The lighthouse shines

The lighthouse always there,reaches out from the distance,watches over the busy sea,

Drawing visiting eyes that return breathless,Coming a lit over the setting sun,

never tired- always bright,a beckon to the wearied and the afraid,

Calls out to the lost,carries the weak of beyond,to be safely ashore,

Morning brings the sleepy watchman,I knock at the door of deep grains,The silence answers the calling.