| This poem is entered in "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" On the edge of a precipice between winter and spring light's beacon came inviting the ship to come home It should have been bright, this marginal light cast in a haze of forgiveness to the sea, to the shore On the water we learned that truth is a constant past's compass is useless when lies rule the day See clear to the morning when the beacon is fading facing mistakes is a given, faith flickers, revealing that we are all gone 16 Lines |