Lighthouses never really answer our calling
our yearning, for answers against the tide
searching the horizon for the meaning of our pain.
But somehow they do offer hope, simply standing
strong against the wind, never leaning
not shattered, but offering the light
in the fog. Perhaps we don’t really need
our answers, but simply strength
for standing still.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”