This is my blog about stories: my stories, other people's stories, stuff about stories, people talking about stories, pictures that go with stories and stories about writing stories. There's always a story to tell or a story untold.
Saturday, 9 May 2015
When light became redundant
They stand tall and proud, alone in their duty, all powerful in their purpose. A storm, through night, the day too bright, their visibility a warning, their presence a meaning. Bleakness and darkness sees their light shining true, reaching the waves and the swell and the bows of the boats. Ships pass and keep safe, trawlers turn form danger ahead. So what happens when the light no longer shines, when life moves on and the danger's not hidden? Who shines the light, who walks up the spiraling steps, who tends to the paint and the life of the lighthouse?
Too beautiful to abandon. To important to make redundant. Let's give them a new life.