A BEACON IN THE STORM

The storms rage on,
beating brows and bending backs
Trees in the winds; swaying
else they may snap

Collars pulled tight and
heads bowed down
Not daring to look up
at the deluge all around

Through gloomy days
and long, cold nights
Through the turmoil of life
and though we may fight

Our journeys start the same,
with a foot outside the door
One following the other
across ever-changing floors

Fighting forces
we can barely even see
Pushing ourselves
in our efforts to be free

Holding desperate hands
lest we be pulled apart
Breaking the chains
that hold desperate hearts

The strongest lead the way
against the howling winds
Offering protection
to both kith and kin

Carrying the elderly,
infirm and the weak
Not needing to be asked
nor even to speak

As one we must survive,
and achieve our glorious ends,
To rebuild our lives in harmony
with family and friends

To live as one community,
offering help to one and all
Together we will soar
instead of steadily sink or fall

So keep a candle burning bright
in the window by the door
So that when we emerge
we will know where we must go

When the wind is howling
and the snow dust’s our feet
We’ll see the glowing beacon
and know you’re there to greet.

Written by Darren Scanlon, 16th September 2014

©2014 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

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This is really nice to read.
I love the rhyme :slightly_smiling_face:

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Good theme

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Mesmerized

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