Lighthouse Poem by Laurence Overmire

In the cold, dark, and lonely night
The single light flashing yields
Intermittent reassurance
To the sailor's wavering nerve and slipping
Grip upon the wheel
The distant shore obliterated by the black wash of the
Midnight sky
Waves crashing on every sense of
Stability in the teetering play of Earth's
Mad passions

The still point burning

Flash. Flash.
One…two…three...four…
Flash. Flash.
One…two…three...four…

Adrift no more. We find our bearings here.

Determined to move forward
Our destination charted well
In advance of our tardy coming
The light's penetrating beacon
Enough to guide from one neglected outpost of eternity
To another.

~ Laurence Overmire