Lighthouse

John Piper
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“O send out your light and your truth;
          let them lead me;
      let them bring me to your holy hill
          and to your dwelling.
  Then I will go to the altar of God,
          to God my exceeding joy;
      and I will praise you with the harp,
              O God, my God.” ~ Psalm 43:3-4

Along the shoreline
where the wind & sea
tear away the mountain
the giant rocks remain
keepers of the land

On the final outcrop
of rock the lighthouse
sits weathered & alone
Atop it a beacon turns
where candles burnt

The candle`man gone
the way of the loggers
who once toppled trees
the hills now clear`cut
soil eroded out to sea

Still for the fishermen
navigating the channel
on their long way to sea
thru the thick darkness 
a true light to steer by

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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