Beacon Poem by Mary Fumento

Founded on sharp and cruel rocks
Standing still but formidable
Encased in a deep and swirling fog
A gentle light calling, calling
Over the violent, angry waves
Promising a private refuge within

The threatening storms are rendered harmless
The gales release but empty fury
Even the crying gulls seem to know
The warmth and security that you extend
For they flock to your fortified walls
As if the only comfort they have ever known