House Of Light In Darkest Night Poem by Joseph Blitch

A ship; Tempest tossed; On board all are ill;
Praying for peaceful waters; Quiet and still.
The Capitan; even with his prodigious force;
Could not maintain the rudder on true course.

Exhausted travelers; Fearing lives to be lost;
At once wishing to reach harbor; at any cost.
Standing atop moon lit hummock of the bay;
Full moon; Purple sky; Lighting the safe way;

Magnificent light; shinning into foggy night;
Guiding safely to harbor shore in waters tight;
A most beautiful lighthouse; beyond compare;
Those who witness it can only gaze and stare.

Thanking God for the one He there had placed;
To pilot them through rocky waters just faced.
Given to each is Grace; Of identical measure;
Held by certain ones as their supreme treasure.

Unfolding the light that the world might see;
Yearning that all in His safe harbor may be;
Within safe harbor even in our darkest night;
The Truth; The Way; He is our House of Light!