the beacon

the beacon

Find in me a refuge
from this raging howl that strips the soul,
leaving only the bare and final remnant
of our humanity
so fragile.

I am a refugee
cast upon this land of promise
beyond material measure,
to pass a torch through this same dark storm
into a more perfect union.

But now, though my tent is small
and its fabric strains to tear,
I beg you please come in
for there is refuge here, my heart is fierce
and together we shall sing the light.

Revised 2/8/2020 – Mothy Groves