Forever At Sea

An abandoned light house stayed empty on the rocky shores of Maine. The light house lit up the cold nights water through solar power every night to make sure the tragic ending did not come too many sailors... like it had before.

The light house was not always empty. No, There was a time when it held love, joy, and happiness within its walls. But that time was many years ago. Now, all that is left are memories and echos of the crashing waves beneath its shores.

For what we know about history is that time is but a moment. There are lessons to learn and some to admire. But overall the importance that time here on this earth will never feel as more accomplished and whole as it does when you have love in your life. Whether it is in the search of love, a found love, or a love you have loved for a lifetime. The truest gift in all is getting to find someone that completes you.

But unfortunately for this light house. It had seen the flames burn. The passions roar and the fire being lit for the loved ones at sea. The messages in a bottle drifting ashore and the grieving widows of those who never made it back home from their trips.

It is not the light houses job to keep that love burning. It is the light houses job to lead the way to safe travels. A sight to see that land is ahead for those sailors out in the darkness or caught in a storm. But what this light house did not intend was to be left alone, abandoned, and forgotten for something that it could not help.

Rumors in town rose to declare the light house was haunted by the many sailors lost at sea. The light still shining by their loved ones who had taken their lives rather than deal with the pain. But those were just that, rumors and gossip to keep the people talking and having something to talk about. Towns folk need that when you come from small communities. It does not matter whether the gossip is real or made up, who it hurts or what trouble it may cause. They just need some entertainment in their lives. And truth be told, being a light house. Not much could be said or done about the lies being spread.

But it was just a chance of fate that a boat road by that lonely shore one day and saw the light house sitting all alone. Seeing the state and recognizing the sad and eerie aroma. The slight chills made the sailor stop for a look. The sailor took a peek around. Saw that the place no matter how long it had been abandoned was still in good shape. It held good bones and could be an investment worth while for him and his new bride. So he went to the town and bought the property.

Now his new bride to be upon arrival was not as pleased to see the sight and condition of the light house. But she had a heart of gold and she started seeing what her husband had seen beneath the surface. The history of the past. The sadness of the broken hearts. The misfortune of the sailors who lives were taken too soon.

But with love comes the recognition. That too love is not to be greedy. Some loves last a minute. Some last a lifetime. Some will never end. No love greater than the other. But it is the kind of love that will never leave you. Will leave you haunted. Some will say the words love, only to fool themselves and move on to another in a few days. Those are false feelings. But love that is historic is those that when you are not in the persons presence their heart aches. They are constantly reminded of you through the little things done in the day. Even after a period of time, a spark that still shines even when it is trying to be denied. That is a love that is rare.

So the new owner and his bride devoted themselves to taking on and showing this love that they have for not only one another. But now to this light house. As a place to bring back the joys inside the walls. The laughter to echo through the grounds. A fill the light house with not only their love, but to expand that love for the future generations to come. To teach them to love the sea, to respect the sea, and to show honor to those who were lost at sea.

As time passed, the next generation did in fact pass along the story of their parents, and grand parents and great grand parents. The love and devotion that they had when starting their family. The messages in the bottle above the fire place sitting on the mantle, to recognize the sailors and their loved ones. To teach them to swim and fish, to make sure the light in the light house would always be lit and taken care of. Planting of flowers and trees around the ground to bring life and spirit back into the place. And sit upon the wooden swing that was put up to take the first photo still on the wall to the new family to remember, not all that is lost is forgotten. Sometimes it just takes a little love and devotion to reveal the worth and beauty of what once was.