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

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