we can be each others lighthouse
as from a distance we can see
no obstruction wailing--just
the wide open sky, the raging sea
when wind and rain come furiously
and vessels heel, seemingly
without a prayer to save
we look upon a further lighthouse,
in eyes of the those who witness
no masks can make it through the night
we reveal our naked anguish, then god
will hold the helm in washed down decks
absolving fear, as tung in groove foundations
we stand the test of journey's soulful singing
holding trust to speak
of teak and brass bells ringing
Kate Lamberg
July 10, '13, all rights reserved
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