Come to Light

And he said to them, “Is a lamp brought in to be put under a basket, or under a bed, and not on a stand? For nothing is hidden except to be made manifest; nor is anything secret except to come to light. If anyone has ears to hear, let him hear.” And he said to them, “Pay attention to what you hear: with the measure you use, it will be measured to you, and still more will be added to you. For to the one who has, more will be given, and from the one who has not, even what he has will be taken away.”
And he said, “The kingdom of God is as if a man should scatter seed on the ground. He sleeps and rises night and day, and the seed sprouts and grows; he knows not how. The earth produces by itself, first the blade, then the ear, then the full grain in the ear. But when the grain is ripe, at once he puts in the sickle, because the harvest has come.”
And he said, “With what can we compare the kingdom of God, or what parable shall we use for it? It is like a grain of mustard seed, which, when sown on the ground, is the smallest of all the seeds on earth, yet when it is sown it grows up and becomes larger than all the garden plants and puts out large branches, so that the birds of the air can make nests in its shade.”
With many such parables he spoke the word to them, as they were able to hear it. He did not speak to them without a parable, but privately to his own disciples he explained everything. Mark 4:21-34

The Light House

You are constant and regular
a beacon reaching weak souls
battered boats on rough seas
cossetted and abused alike
you shine unbidden and so needed.

We are all adrift from time to time
you make no judgement just direct
showing the shortest distance home
the safest nearby cozy harbor
and the houses lit expecting lost souls.

A beacon to the demanding and desperate alike
a full turn every sixty seconds ever vigilant
ever welcoming no falseness nor enticements
just safe harbor and a please come home.

We can ignore you or romance your image
you care not but that we share the light
the simple strength if night guidance
the deep constancy of faith in hard times
you asks only that we neglect no one
and use our small gifts for good.

You are constant and regular
a beacon reaching weak souls
battered boats on rough seas
cossetted and abused alike
you shine unbidden and so needed.

We are weak and passing through
victims of tides and fancies
you are for us no matter the reason
you shine without seeing our foolish ways
light is your gift, disasters averted offered
we ache so much for your light within us
so we might not be so alone.