Look to the lighthouse When you're lost and can't be found. The light of hope and memories will soon see you aground. Look to the lighthouse When grief's a stormy sea. It's light is love and kindness, patience and empathy. The beacons flood out darkness, despair and cruelty. Look to the lighthouse. It's light shines ever more, from those who've weathered stormy seas and finally found the shore. Let the beacons lift you up and hold you as their own. You're a mournful traveller but you are not alone.
I wrote this poem for a friend who was grieving the loss of her mother. She felt that some friends were being harsh and they did not understand her grieving process.