Monday, June 09, 2008

Parable of the Lighthouse Keeper ...

... soon to be set to music ... for those with ears to hear ...

I keep this old lighthouse, and I will stand alone

if it means keeping ships off the rocks and the shoals.
I'll keep the light burning, and keep the glass clean,
So the ships of this world have the guidance they need.

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This lighthouse was built, and endured the night
in the time right before they built Montauk Point's light
This light welcomed ships and men both slave and free
Watched as they sought freedom and prosperity.

The light here was almost destroyed in the roar
That descended upon her in a hard Civil War
Then the signal was joined, by Miss Liberty
To welcome the immigrants who joined slaves now free

She saw the Men come and go over the shore
As they fought in a war meant to end further war
Then two decades later, she saw still more Men
go over and wage war in the same place again

Through both of these wars, and one undeclared, cold
Her keepers saw clearly that her light must stay bold
And cut through the night, so no one could doubt
The track to safe harbor, upon that they could count

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So I keep this old lighthouse, and I will stand alone
if it means keeping ships off the rocks and the shoals.
I'll keep the light burning, and keep the glass clean,
So the ships of this world have the guidance they need.

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But others who thought themselves bright in their day
Thought the brightest lighthouse was found on Turtle Bay
They saw it as energized by the whole earth
And diminished in their eyes my lighthouse's worth

They thought they were bright, thought that meant they were wise
They were anything but, for if they had wise eyes
They'd have seen the cracked walls, and the worm-ridden wood
On a base whose stability's not very good.

Still others threw out all our trustworthy maps.
And set course with new ones out through the whitecaps
That led them on strange courses, then they found next
They'd been led to dark shores covered with splintered wrecks

And others put trust in pilots rough and rough
To carry their cargo through wave swell and gust
They thought they had deals with them honestly made
But yesterday's pilot can be pirate today

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So I keep this old lighthouse, and I will stand alone
if it means keeping ships off the rocks and the shoals.
I'll keep the light burning, and keep the glass clean,
So the ships of this world have the guidance they need.

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Now not a few say we should set sail no more
Instead be content with our homes on the shore
We're not welcome over there across the seas
We should mind our own business now, sir if you please

And a worse thing I see, that has come to pass
All these others have persuaded both lad and lass
That the lighthouse I serve, that has stood here so long
Leads many to sail in a direction that's wrong

They say that our strong light is too bright to use
It overwhelms other lights, dazzles the crews
And we're only here to serve the yachts of the rich
While they swamp smaller boats and scratch their greedy itch

If we'd just dim down, put ourselves in our place
Just another light shining on some coastal space
Then the yachts and the warcraft would not sail again
And our dim state would be seen as so enlightened

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It would be so easy, to live life by day
Extinguish the light, and go on my way
Forsake solitude, join the gaggle of men
Who without light run aground again and again

But then I remember the number of souls
That were guided by this light away from the shoals
European, and Asian, Arab, Israeli
American, African, still sailing free

Without the assistance that such light provides
These souls would be wrecked and just drift with the tide
At the mercy of pirates who'd consign them to die
And then plunder their cargoes to threaten my life

Though it seems that I am but one of a few
Who maintains a light that is still bright and true
For the sake of those souls, for the sake of my kin
I'll stay so that each day this light shines again

So I keep this old lighthouse, and I will stand alone
if it means keeping ships off the rocks and the shoals.
I'll keep the light burning, and keep the glass clean,
So the ships of this world have the guidance they need.

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These rhymes were composed for those with ears to hear
But if you need a hint 'bout what I describe here
My lighthouse is my nation -- now I leave the rest
To put your knowledge and wisdom and heart to the test

Comments:
Have a great Fourth of July, Rich!!
 
I like the parable! Nice blog Rich. I kind of ended up here checking it out because I was enjoying reading your responses to the "socialist nutjob" meatbrain. He hasn't picked on me in a good long while (that's always subject to change, LOL!), but he sure hates Jim Hoft and now you have rated a post on his cesspool blog! I have never seen him dedicate an entire post to a "commenter" before, so congratulations on that, it would appear you have arrived. You must have really got under his skin, as he is posting some really unhinged stuff! Once again my compliments LOL!

Salute!
 
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