light at dusk

THE LIGHTHOUSE
A solitary vision of beauty, hope and serenity,
...its essence calls out and touches me.
While the dense fog and fierce storm rages,
...the beacon of light shines, and never changes.
Guiding sailors and fishermen through the rough sea
...as families pray for their loved ones safety.
The lonely lighthouse in all its essence,
...its light's elusive in my presence.
Waves of deceit and betrayal slam against me,
...threatens to pull me under the cold dark sea.
Wandering, searching, confused and lost,
...my battered heart has paid the cost.
The beacon of light shines and now calls out to me,
...it gives me hope, as I struggle to break free.

HERE IS A QUICK PEEK ABOUT ME
For those inquiring minds who want to know... Should you want to
know more than what is here, you will need to come ask me ! *S*

Handles: ~ Lenape ~ (pronounced La nah pee) and RavenEyes

GENDER: FemaleAGE: bd - 10/54 (now you figure out my age)

OCCUPATION: Elementary Teacher

RACE: HUMAN - A bitsa (a bitsa this, and a bitsa that ) specifically : Native American Indian (Isleta/Pueblo and Lenni Lenape aka Delaware), Dutch, English, and French

HOBBIES/INTERESTS: exploring - people, places, customs, cultures, nature and new experiences (naturally curious or would that just be nosey ?), dancing, music, movies, reading, crafts, lighthouses, travel, and chatting

COLLECTS: keychains, music boxes, musical objects, items with koalas and lighthouses on them

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In my many travels throughout cyberspace, I have met and developed many wonderful friendships along the way. They are as dear to me as any of my friends and family outside of the net.

I would like to thank White Chocolate, my cyber sis, for displaying lighthouses for me on her homepage. Also I want to thank Magic Rainbow Trout for writing the following poem for me, and allowing me to put it on my homepage. I am honored and humbled by the love and thoughtfulness of my cyberfriends.





THE SEA

by MRT

Ever churning, never ceasing, the waves break, one upon each other. The steady pounding of the surf, washing, taking, bringing back once more...

Day after day, year after year...The lighthouse stands, lonely by it's self, beckoning to those who search for life and safety. Calling out, "HERE !!!, THIS WAY !!! FEAR NOT!!!", the journey ends, comfort within the calm cove...

Ships heavy laden, bearing gifts and treasures from afar. A safe anchorage awaits...

and so is the life of a soul, lost in the ocean of doubt, a sea of pain, searching for a quiet heart. One day too, they will come to the cove of rest, guided by the Light upon the hill.


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