Lighthouse, built upon the sand
Of masonry so thick,
Wrought of gold and silver. Grand!
Built up Brick by Brick.

Your light"s the finest ever made!
Your precious stones, they glitter!
Babes around you laugh and Wade,
Butterflies swan. Bluebirds twitter!

You've worked so hard to build it!
You took such precious time!
You wasted not a second to sit
You wanted it Sublime!

It WANTED you to work for it!
It berated with a frown,
But when the storm and lightning hit
It came tumbling down!

For it was built on sand, my friend,
Those who built it did not care.
No Foundation held it, in the end,
It's destruction brought despair.

Ships there sailing on the sea
Crashed horrid on the rocks!
No one paid that they'd be free
They didn't walk their talks.

That lighthouse built upon the sand
It is deadly, friend.
But it is all so wonderfully planned!
So they built it all again.nn


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

On my windowsill,
of that indigo night
you took me,
and I haven't
been the same since.

Something about you
makes me want to
be a better man.
I've grown wings,
so I take to the sky.

Dear Grandma,
I saw you for the last time today,  
I held your hand
as you slipped away
and now my eyes sting,  
as much as my broken heart.

Beyond all this grief,
I find sombre reflection
and quiet relief;
But, I'd rather have you here
holding me in your arms
and wiping away my tears.  

©️Lizzie Bevis

have walked along a road
That not many will take on
I have carried heavy loads
I've done right. I've done wrong.
I have held a pilgrim's pack
So long... so long...


Chorus
I am now a living stone
In a house which no one found
And I have felt my spirit groan
With no one else around

Alone
Alone


And I am still a living stone
I gave up, oh, all of Me
I am just a stone that stumbles
And I am a stone thrown free

Chorus

I am just a part of castles
In the sky & on the brink
I'm a stone cast on a pond
Skipping there at last to sink

Alone
Alone

Through many trials, Toils and snares
The slave trader came to know
Like him I know I brought it in
With the rock & with the snow...

But...

I know bruised reeds He will not break
A gut'ring lamp He won't put out
Though I'm rejected by the world
Here am I to scream out loud...

I'm not alone!
I'm not alone!

I'm not alone...


Write of Passage
3/18/2021

Nobody else will do
For comfort and joy
For tears and travel dreams
For laughter and love
For silence and quiet beyond compare
These are the arms I run to
Those are the arms that empathize and sympathize
In your arms is where I awaken and slumber
As your blue eyes reassure me and only in your arms

The little blue teapot lies
broken upon the slate floor,
Shards and tea leaves spreading on the small king tide
I watch saddened  by the loss  of a gift from an old friend taken from me by
death ...
and think on the impermanent  nature of being.