A Beacon In The Sorm

The storms rage on, beating brows and bending backs

Trees in the winds; swaying else they may snap

Collars pulled tight and heads bowed down

Not daring to look up at the deluge all around

Through gloomy days and long, cold nights

Through the turmoil of life and though we may fight

Our journeys start the same, with a foot outside the door

One following the other across ever-changing floors

Fighting forces, we can barely even see

Pushing ourselves in our efforts to be free

Holding desperate hands lest we be pulled apart

Breaking the chains that hold desperate hearts

The strongest lead the way against the howling winds

Offering protection to kith and kin

Carrying the elderly, infirm and the weak

Not needing to be asked nor even to speak

As one we must survive and achieve our glorious ends

To rebuild our lives in harmony with family and friends

To live as one community, offering help to one and all

Together we will soar instead of steadily sink or fall

So, keep a candle burning bright in the window by the door

So that when we emerge we will know where we must go

When the wind is howling and the snow dust's our feet

We'll see the glowing beacon and know you're there to greet.