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Lighthouse
Walter Weinschenk
I was lost, but then, by chance,
I found the beach; I walked upon
The scrabble sand; I climbed the rocks
And knew that I would never leave.
I found the lighthouse by the shore;
I climbed the tower to the top;
I lit the lamp and scanned the sea
In search of lost and scattered souls.
The sky was black and ruthless;
My heart broke for the thought
Of sailors trapped in broken boats,
Their draughts of hope consumed.
It was, indeed, a powerful light:
Stately beam, rhythmic reach,
Back and forth like a metronome
And out of darkness souls emerged
Like pearls upon a velvet sleeve:
In perfect line, they sailed toward me.