Keep Your Eyes on the Lighthouse
Often we experience things in life that feel overwhelming — storms that shake us, relationships that test us, and moments that make us question whether love is still worth believing in. But I’ve learned that every storm carries a greater purpose, one that’s always bigger than us. If you find yourself in the middle of one — or just coming out of it — keep your eyes on the lighthouse.
That light is God’s love guiding you through the darkness, reminding you not to give up. The waves may rage, the winds may howl, but the lighthouse stands unmoved. It represents hope, faith, and the kind of love that endures even when the sea around you is stormy. Allow God to heal what’s been broken and speak peace in the midst of it. He is able. Don’t abandon love just because of the storm. Cross over to the other side and let love — His love — be your light.
In that spirit, I wrote this poem as a reflection of what love looks like when it weathers storms — imperfect, evolving, but anchored by something divine. It’s about the beauty of connection, the rhythm of relationship, and the sacred space where friendship, faith, and love intertwine.
Love without punctuation
Sometimes my love feels like a sentence that runs on,
leaving me with questions of where it begins and where it ends,
I’ve discovered there is no punctuation for it because we are forever friends,
Yet,
it fights for periods where there are commas,
demanding verbs that eliminate dramas,
Leaving places and spaces,
for fill in the blanks,
for laughs and for pranks.
Longing for days together that include prepositions like, on, down, between and behind,
where pronouns are intertwined like our bodies, hearts, souls and mind,
Writing new chapters with adjectives that describe our love in directions,
that cause our lives to be defined by new languages of affections.
Where emotions are not followed by conjunctions like but,
that leave us with clarity and not always asking what,
because our love is able to handle semi colons to join our yesterday and tomorrow,
without sorrow,
strong enough for colons that connect us together never leaving room,
for anything to consume,
Us.
Forever bonded by trust,
in the parenthesis that include (you and me),
and God’s degree.
Ecc 4:9-10 Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falls; for he has no one to help him up.