The Ship and the Beacon

Just for Fun.

Guide her back from the stranger tides,
Find her and lead her home,
She’s lost at sea in brewing storm,
Lost wherever she roam.

Oh where art thou bright, brave beacon?
Piercing the gloom with light,
A mighty swell, a cruel tempest,
Is growing this cold night.

Surf be boiling beneath her hull,
Foam swirling in her wake,
Tugs and pulls upon her belly,
Threatening the lives at stake.

The crew look on with desperate eyes,
Try to see far out past,
In search of the clouded beacon,
Fearing this night their last.

When suddenly a sailor shouts,
In great joyous surprise,
As lackluster shine lights the night,
Their sunken hopes all rise.

There she is, the Beacon of Light,
The ship has now been found!
On she sails down the final stretch,
Knowing she’s homeward bound.

Author's Note

I pretty much just wrote this for fun. (:

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

This is tremendous the innuendo and lacing of the literature makes a tapestry of beauty and hope

[Coinneach MacAnraoi]

I pretty much just enjoyed reading it. :-) Not sure if you intended it or not, but the spiritual overtones are very strong to me. Thanks for sharing a great poem!

[deeps]

Now this one is pretty darn awesome!
I really enjoyed this write.
I think you are talented.