The Lighthouse Poetry Contest

Inquire what you will,
truths are always there.
With words that inspire,
souls that need filled.
Love and forgiveness
are among the many,
of finding the path to eternity.

Given to man to inscribe,
turn my pages of delicate tissue.
Let the silver between your fingers feel
the omniscient power of life,
created long before dew,

Engulf the words that inspire
read them through and through.
Lay me gently by the bedside,
reach for me when you tire.

Do not pass me by in the morning,
as I have thoughts anew
I will help you understand,
an erroneous life that reviles you.

As the evening shadows gather in and it is time to atone,
Pick me up and let me heal all things the day has done.