The Lighthouse

It has always been here. Waiting patiently in the distance. Never giving thought to the winds that crash the waves against it nor the coming of darkness hiding it from sight. It stands silently, yet true. Surrounded by familiar tempests which wish to drown out it's beckon call and bury the light which shines from within; so deep and so strong. That in even the most ominous of circumstances, it leaves no doubt in the mind of those who glimpse this light of hope, that it surely must be the way home. A chance to escape the cold grasp of the tides of fear and the surging, swollen seas of the unknown. It shines steady and willing, never casting judgement on the traveler whose path has led them to this light. It promised that it would be here. Day after day, night after night not knowing if it's light would ever be seen. Silently calling out, waiting, patiently. Without premise or false expectation, that one day; one day it would welcome you home.