Light is fading in the late afternoon.
Soon all the bluster and bravado of midday
brightness will retire stage left, making room
for long shadows that precede night’s performance.
For many, it’s a melancholy moment.
Activity is abandoned for another day.
The office is locked and the bus heads home.
School kids finish the last math problems and
the aromas of dinner float throughout the house.
In a few hours, lights in neighborhood windows will
flicker and disappear. Light will rest beyond the western
horizon as one half of the world sleeps. Darkness will rule.
Except.
Except for those ancient shoreline sentinels that defy darkness,
penetrating deep blackness with bright beams that bless the vigilant
eyes of sailor and seaman seeking reference and reassurance.
May the work of all who broadcast pathways of light be blessed.
May all fear be overcome, all who are lost be found, all because
the Light shines.
Sonoran Desert Writer 