You
Are your own island
A place
Where Sun and Sea have meaning.
Where nothing was,
You are.
Winds sweep in
Tides swirl
Sea-birds find you.
Living
You are a lighthouse
On the uncertain coast.
Being,
Others groping
Find passage.
Standing,
Seemingly alone,
You project
Strength
Beam warmth.
Unknowing, even to yourself,
You bring in the lost
To One Harbor.
Copyright © 1973 by Doris N. Sutton
