Lighthouse

There is a wind, that blows over the earth, beast and man.

This wind cares not about who you are or what you know.

It cares only about the howling tempest, 

lightning and thunder from dusk to dawn.

 

It finds the smallest of cracks and quickly fills a house

with dust, rain and snow. It brings heat and cold,

despair, pain and sorrow. Shaking the windows and doors,

lifting roofs as it tears asunder, as a mighty tornado.

 

The wind exposes every corner of every room,

testing hearts and minds. Measuring the depths

of every man's resolve. Finding the pure, the wicked,

the poor and the proud, all alike. All will feel its fury,

without fail, from the cradle to the grave.

None can escape, as it has no regard for mercy.

 

Cruel, relentless for it is ordained to be so.

The wind must rage for all must know!

Who owns the house, man calls home.

 

If the house should stand against the wind,

If it could endure the dust, ice and heat.

If only it will endure? 

If only it will keep faith and hope alive?

When all seems lost. Then…

Yes then, the wind will rest.

 

House built on a rock, cannot be destroyed.

The master of the house, will rebuke the wind 

and put it to rest. He will calm the water, 

restore what was lost.

 

He is faithful, He is true. 

He has power greater than the wind.

Therefore, fear not and be brave. 

Your soul will still rejoice. 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A good, positive and uplifting poem. Thank you for sharing.
May you have a special New Year.