Month 20: April

The distant shores of mystery

sound out their beck and call.

the sailor, thrown and tossed at sea

flees from his own gall;

Ever pressing on against

the storms and thundering waves,

Yet never looking 'round to try

and find a safer way.

Upon the distant shores, for him,

there is great worth to find

Deep in the earth, yet danger within:

the risk of greater pride.

Opposed to men of vanity

these shores hold people still

who with courage, love, and dignity

came to finally 'be still.'

To them the land is revered with hope

for all to come and see

and find the treasure of eternal worth: everlasting peace.

Their lower lights are burning still

brightly marking the way,

Reflecting the light of Jesus Christ,

Guiding all to come and stay.

For in him is where all hope is found,

from him flows all light.

Though darkness may usurp for a time,

His day ever conquers the night.

I wish to be reflective of him

and help others to the shore.

Guiding them through my example and faith

To be with God forevermore.