Ode to Gampo Bay

 

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.......