Candle On Dark Waters

It’s a short trip to the shore, beyond the stretch of fingertips and stride. There you are again, on an edge looking outward, not from any center but from a crumbling ledge. A father leaves muddy footprints for his son so that a young man one day may see the end or the beginning. Nothing to see in his hands, just the crash of ocean waves reflected in a father’s lighthouse eyes. Nothing to see in that lighthouse, he has left another kind of beacon a lit candle in a toy boat set adrift rolling this way and that upon a swelling sea. Nobody need follow that light, it’s just a sign to a son, not even a warning, not even a story, just a sign that a father has set free to find its way home. The Father will keep it for now, until his son stands on his own shore path finding for his children across the unknown in his own way.