Brian’sPoems

God's Lighthouse

If I could stand on Mars
while focusing my telescope on Earth,
I doubt it would improve my perspective
on the struggles of our shrinking planet.

Everyone who has suffered death
has learned to accept the mystery
by allowing the spirit deep within
to hold the tension between this life,
and the afterlife.

Those avoiding death desire ladders,
something easy to ascend,
seeking a safe perch
where they can live above the fray.

The weary and broken know better
from their toiling in the dark
beneath God’s Lighthouse.
They commit themselves daily
to that seemingly impossible task
of letting go their knowing.
And when successful in doing so,
they are lifted into the light.