I'm far from any ship at sea,
and yet the lighthouse cautions me
of shallowness along this shore
disguised by tides which promise more.

Relentless rain confuses night
as shadows chase the raging plight
while shifting winds forbid a stance
in this ferocious circumstance.

Each sinking slip upon this sand
demands firm steps toward surer land.
I keep the beacon in my sight
and strive inside its righteous light.

Beacon © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: June 13, 2020