The Mind is a Lighthouse

THE MIND IS LIGHTHOUSE

Why not be a great light for tall ships,
a beacon, a way shower?

Why not stand with angels
and beam your light across this world
making Love a reality?

In order to burn brightly
a lighthouse
has to be fed something.

Whale oil stoked the flames
of ancient mariners
bounding over jagged seas.

How does the mind get fuel?

Ask the one who
walks into a room
and lights it up.

Bring all your judgments
to the high tower
of Mercy—

summon all the light you need.
Keep your flame well-tended,
sow Peace like stardust.

THE MIND IS A LIGHTHOUSE
©September 2016, Robin Gregory,
all rights reserved

 

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