The Beacon

Look, don’t you see?

Like a beacon of hope

in a stormy sea

It stands.

Listen, don’t you hear?

Like the voices of a thousand people

Crying out in bitter agony,

It weeps.

Touch, don’t you feel?

Like a river

Flooding over the freshly planted seed,

It flows.

I see, I hear, I feel,

I rejoice.

The beacon it beckons me,

Singing to me of freedom,

Of water for this empty well,

Of healing for these broken bones,

Of hope for this weary soul.

p.s. I know this isn’t my normal blog type post, but it’s been a while, and I just felt this inspiration suddenly to write this, so I hope you enjoyed!

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