Shine Poem by Richard Betts

I used to always let the porch light burn,
In the hope of your safe and triumphant return.

Wherever you may have rambled or roamed,
The light was a beacon to guide you home.

Every night, without exception.
I prayed for you and your protection.

At dusk, I often wandered outside,
To see if you were there for me to find.

Some nights, I would seek and search so hard,
Yet I could not bring myself to leave the yard.

Sometimes I think I see you walking down the hill.
I wish that you were out there still.

For much time has slipped and passed away,
And never again will you cross my way.

So every day and every night,
The porch light glistens strong and bright.

It has become your own eternal flame
And shines forever in your name.