The Lighthouse

The winds they came a churning,
No warning before the way,
Black reef -- a lee shore's yearing,
To submerge below the bay.

With starboard beam to windward,
Still sliding toward the shore,
It's tooth and claw survival,
The Wretch laughing at the door.

The seas ambush the gunnels,
To break our final stand,
The timbers howl misfortune,
As shrouds part strand by strand.

But there's yet a chance at plenty,
Come the hurricane's inner eye,
So hold the bow to seaward,
And pray the breakers die.

Against the typhoon's fury,
And seas a fathom high,
Your bulwark is Intention,
"Dauntless!" the motto cry.

So hold the seasoned handrail,
Lash your wrists onto the wheel,
And scout the black horizon,
Into Courage plant your keel.

And I will be your lighthouse,
A beacon in the storm,
Find safety in my waters,
And mend what sails were torn.

by Thoughtful