Beacon

In the dark where shadows creep,

A light stands tall, its promise deep.

Through storm and night, it casts its flame,

Guiding the lost who whisper your name.

Waves may roar, and winds may bend,

But steadfast shines the faithful friend.

A glow of hope, a path made clear,

The beacon calls, “Come forward, dear.”

Not just of stone, not just of fire,

It lives in hearts, lifts spirits higher.

Through doubt, through fear, through endless night,

The beacon stays, a steadfast light.

So when you wander, weary, torn,

Look for the flame that greets the morn.

For in its glow, you’ll find your way,

A guiding light through night and day.