Gods' Lighthouse

Sometimes you just need to act

So bright used to shine
that old lighthouse of Mine,
guiding the ships through the bay.
One day it burnt out,
and the people, with doubt,
went into the church to pray.

The keeper, found dead,
only he could attend,
make sure the lighthouse shines bright.
It's not easy nor nigh,
but no one dares to try,
in prayer they trust in this fight.

I'm no man of god,
yet it strikes me as odd -
miracles need not some help?
I watch them all pray,
as the ships in the bay
are finding their way to the kelp.

Author's Note

"Mine" is intentionally capitalized, as it has a double meaning, also serving as the town's name.