Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Early Pilgrimage #157
As lantern glares Off mystic swirls From icy chill Of nightfall's scorned... At moonlight hour With solemn prayer As night-bird sings Of early morn... From mountain road Down forest path To secluded glade Of chapel worn... Up barren aisle Past dusty pew Toward sacred shrine Of days forlorn... While shadow falls In subtile light As a new day Of life's reborn... A spectra shines On hallowed ground From stained-glass pane Of Christ adorned. -Lighthouse Bob |
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Early Pilgrimage #157
Early Pilgrimage #157