Guiding Beacon

A luminous cutting edge piercing midnight,
silently revolving on a lonesome tower,
as if in its own orbit;
Guiding ships, passing in the night.

A smothering haze does conceal
treacherous conditions obscured.
Ahoy! That heavenly beacon, aglow;
Calling to all on the high seas.

Shining so bright, slicing through the darkest night,
revealing to seafaring mariners, beware
the coming shoal, where raging surges pound salty shores;
Reaching through the eerie mist for just one glimpse.

Succumbing to incensed currents,
drowning in the deep blue sea,
unable to see just two inches in front of me;
I pray to God to continue to light my way.

And He does, extending His hand to a
guiding beacon, ablaze
so, my faithful ship may journey onward;
And not run aground.