The Lighthouse Poem by Jonathan H. Scott

The skiff had tossed at sea all through the night
With little hope amid the violent storm.
Yet, sweeping ‘cross the deep, the keeper's light
Revealed the speck that lacked all shape and form.

Time was, when love and gladness overflowed
Aboard the skiff from those who traveled far—
And steadfast to their course were they bestowed,
Though others' duty could not reach the bar.

Does God care naught that Love is lost at sea?
In honest truth, some hearts must suffer so.
He made them thus—this fact was meant to be,
Though not all hearts upon the deep can go.

Still, on the shore and rising from the cliff,
The keeper's light of faith and love restored
Lends hope to hearts that sail but in a skiff;
For one day Love will be their true reward.