The Lighthouse
Some folks like to say that life’s a beach
Build our castles in the sand and then we dive
But there are few who care enough to reach
And pull us back from the ever rising tide
When we’re content to stroll along the surf
Delighting in the treasures that we find
No one else can tell us what they’re worth
Or how much we’ll regret those left behind
When we cast off from the old, familiar docks
And venture forth into waters yet unknown
It’s your loving light that spares us from the rocks
Your warm glow that guides us safely home
And even in the darkest of our nights
When all seems lost, we will still look to you
And although we no longer see your light
We still feel your presence, strong and true.
In loving memory of
Truman Burgess
1940 - 2023
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2023
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