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