quinta-feira, junho 08, 2006

'Lighthouse', de Rod Nichlos

Against the termagant waves of night
A lighthouse solid stands,
And with its ever-searching beam
Seeks out the fragile craft of man.

Its mission is to point the way
That those who sail might see,
And know whereat the land doth lie
Beyond what seems an endless sea.

I know that in this modern age
With sonar, satellite and blips,
A lighthouse seems of other times
No longer meant for sailing ships.

Yet in a wild, tempestous gale
With howling winds and darkest night,
There is no known technology
As welcomed as that faithful light.

When we have crossed millennium's gulf
And find ourselves so far from land,
I pray that we will not be lost
And that the lighthouse solid stands.

Rod Nichols