Here are a few more from my morning shoot of the sunrise. I am always amazed at the beauty of God’s creation.



I also like the goose flying through the picture.
The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,
and on its outer point, some miles away,
the lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,
A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.
Even at this distance I can see the tides,
Upheaving, break unheard along its base,
A speechless wrath, that rises and subsides
in the white tip and tremor of the face.
And as the evening darkens, lo! how bright,
through the deep purple of the twilight air,
Beams forth the sudden radiance of its light,
with strange, unearthly splendor in the glare!
No one alone: from each projecting cape
And perilous reef along the ocean’s verge,
Starts into life a dim, gigantic shape,
Holding its lantern o’er the restless surge.
Like the great giant Christopher it stands
Upon the brink of the tempestuous wave,
Wading far out among the rocks and sands,
The night o’er taken mariner to save.
And the great ships sail outward and return
Bending and bowing o’er the billowy swells,
And ever joyful, as they see it burn
They wave their silent welcome and farewells.
They come forth from the darkness, and their sails
Gleam for a moment only in the blaze,
And eager faces, as the light unveils
Gaze at the tower, and vanish while they gaze.
The mariner remembers when a child,
on his first voyage, he saw it fade and sink
And when returning from adventures wild,
He saw it rise again o’er ocean’s brink.
Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same,
Year after year, through all the silent night
Burns on forevermore that quenchless flame,
Shines on that inextinguishable light!
It sees the ocean to its bosom clasp
The rocks and sea-sand with the kiss of peace:
It sees the wild winds lift it in their grasp,
And hold it up, and shake it like a fleece.
The startled waves leap over it; the storm
Smites it with all the scourges of the rain,
And steadily against its solid form
press the great shoulders of the hurricane.
The sea-bird wheeling round it, with the din
of wings and winds and solitary cries,
Blinded and maddened by the light within,
Dashes himself against the glare, and dies.
A new Prometheus, chained upon the rock,
Still grasping in his hand the fire of love,
it does not hear the cry, nor heed the shock,
but hails the mariner with words of love.
“Sail on!” it says: “sail on, ye stately ships!”
And with your floating bridge the ocean span;
Be mine to guard this light from all eclipse.
Be yours to bring man nearer unto man.
··· Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ···
When I first saw this Lighthouse back in 1993, while on a History trip to New England, I just fell in love with it. I also fell in love with the Maine Coastline. I just loved how the waves crashed upon the rocks. I could sit out there for hours just listening to the waves crashing. Every time I have been back I fall in love all over again. This place never gets old. If you are ever in Maine this is a definite must see.
Morning Light
In early morning stillness, before the glow has lit the skies,
I lie upon my bed and slowly open up my eyes.
Though gray is all around me as I glance around my room,
I know the Light is coming to chase away the gloom.
For darkness holds no power to corrupt or to deceive
If I but turn toward the Light and say, Lord, I believe.
As surely as the Son did rise, the dark will pass away
As truth and love come shining into the break of day.
Today I will not cower; there is nothing that I fear.
Whenever I call out his name, I know that he will hear.
Each morning he reminds me, when dawn becomes new day
That Christ the Lord has risen and comes to light my way.
~ Linda Gleason ~
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