Father's Day From His Son
The Lighthouse
A lighthouse stands and calls to me,
the lonely ship out to sea.
You stand there as a thimble proud,
by night like a candle, and by day like a cloud.
To some they see our biblical reference,
while others you are only a mason’s magnificence.
But either we temporal or spiritual be,
how good to know I am with you, and you are with me.
As I call with my voice…
“I am here!”
“I am here!”
You reply with your torch
“You are there!”
“You are there!”
“You are there!”
“You are there!”
“You are there!”
“You are there!”
By,
Martin Braun
6/11/2020
Copyright © Martin Braun | Year Posted 2020
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