The curtain billows gently
in the salty sea breeze
The fishermen cast their
lines quite hopefully
Waves crash against the
rocks of their demise
This sleepy fishing village
slowly opens it's eyes
Birds are usually heard
before their seen
The storm clouds refuse
to cease their marching
The lighthouse stands at attention,
saluting each passing ship -
he takes his job seriously,
never wavers, never quits -
an eternal witness
of potential hardships
and a guide to safe harbor,
like the Holy Spirit,
always guiding us to safety,
always warning us of danger,
always lighting the Way
by pointing us to the One
born in a manger.......
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