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Lighthouse, by Sharmagne Leland-St.John
Into the Light
by Elayne Clift
Water roils under cloudy skies,
Soon to morph into “deep purple,
With the coming of twilight.”
Unexpected beams will reveal
“the sudden radiance of its light,”
Wise Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote.
Virginia Woolf also contemplated a lighthouse,
In search of a meaningful life and a purpose,
Her desire mounting as she moved toward the light,
Guiding her to a writer’s next experience.
Don’t we each wish to sail into a safe harbor,
Even if not on a solitary, romantic island.
What lies ahead beyond embarkation
No matter the ship or the landscape.
Even seemingly abandoned buildings,
Could hold surprises, or an adventure.
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