Lighthouse Poem by shimon weinroth

a beacon beckons
from my lighthouse
through the stormy blizzard
raining down dazzling torrents

flurries of anger, whirling, whizzing
cyclonic gusts, blind the path
obscuring the road, block the way
revenge distorts the view

but the beacon in my lighthouse
shines true, its lazer beam cuts
to the other side to guide
to a shore more sure

blinks the lighthouse on and off
less trubulent and violent
calls out, beware the hazy day
hasty decisions of war