The Keeper's Flame Poem by James McLain

A lantern swings in the Keeper's hand,
its light a whisper across the land.
Through veils of shadow, time stands still,
a flame persists, unbent in will.

Each word it guards, each breath it takes,
a truth it mends, a dream it wakes.
In the hush of stars, its whispers stream,
guiding the lost through an endless dream.

But Keeper wonders, quiet and shy,
who lights the lantern when flames run dry?
Who tends the soul that forever yearns,
when the winding road twists, bends, and turns?