Far from the shore upon bended knees,
Mariners of yore faced violent seas
Though waves might crash, in the blackest of night,
Through retching ills they sought the light.
To navigate both calm and storms,
The light they sought took different forms.
Combined their wisdom – became a force,
The heavenly stars charted their course.
Through raging winds – rain of monsoon,
Held fast to bearings from sun & moon
Hull crushing reefs – which life’s breath could douse,
Where rendered non – threatening, by the, lighthouse.
The common comfort –
whether nature’s might
Or how to find your way at night
For those so lost nothing – but fright
Cut through their darkness – with your bright light
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