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January 31, 2016 / ldejong4

Lighthouse

Men who build lighthouses know a lot about darkness.

Men who build lighthouses know the depths of the sea.

I once knew a man who built lighthouses and love

on rocks and waves around the coast of my country.

He knew the dark and the light and the strength of the sea.

 

I’ve been swimming through the dirt of the dark swampy waters

Immersed one day by the hand of Hercules.

From the Irish coast to north western Spain

He made me battle the whirlpools of the Celtic Sea.

I learned about the light and the dark and the holding of rocks

And about love and land and how to set myself free.

 

I now see a lighthouse and I’m close to the surface

Above murky greens and browns – once a home for me

And I’m swimming and swimming – up and up

For I know it is good and I know it is strong.

But the closer I get, the less I can see

Blinded by light that finds darkness within me.

 

Men who build lighthouses learn the meaning of darkness.

Men who build lighthouses read the waves of the sea.

Their work becomes a stillness in the midst of the ocean

Sacrificing safety for solitude at sea.

In the dark they build a light to guide boats home,

But each man needs a light to survive at sea.

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