I Gaze Upon the Lighthouse

I Gaze Upon the Lighthouse

Gregory B. Talley

I gaze upon the lighthouse, its great luminous light,

For the work it does at sea is mainly done at night.

I love to see the lighthouse standing against the wave

To rescue lonely seamen, their lives it’s meant to save.

Its work is done in darkness and evening fog that’s near,

Out reaching to the forlorn, the lost, the tired, in fear.

It calls against the storm-tossed sea with help sure and true;

Sets a course that safely guides the lonely seaman through.

It guides the ships through darkness around the per’lous rocks

And shallow graves of other ships sailing to the docks.

It works to save the seamen to keep them from the deep,

Bright its light must shine at night, safe harbors it must keep.

Within each standing lighthouse a keeper lays awake

And keeps the light yet burning for every sailor’s sake.

He keeps the lens well-polished and ever flashing true,

And sends its signal outward to every sailor’s view.

I love to see the lighthouse; with pride it takes a stand.

But the keeper of the lighthouse makes it ever grand.

October 6, 2014

(c) 2014 Gregory B. Talley