you are shining
a beacon offshore
the lighthouse
blazing against the undertow
the vicious waves
sharks teeth
biting and gnawing
at the calves
of the weary
a great golden Valkyrie
standing sentinel
salt stinging your eyes
as your hands reach down
palms upturned
gently, so gently
raising souls
from the darkest depths
of the underworld
and they gnash their own teeth
in awe and shock
eyes open wide
cold and drenched
with fear
Yet you do not falter
beacon, you are
Your mighty feet
are like mountains
moving through the waves
splintering slate
and driftwood
reaching those
scared to reach
themselves.
© Susan Marie
