I climbed and found that I had missed the last keepers of the lamp housed at the top of this lonely spire, but I stood and witnessed the ever breaking waves like unrelenting prayers for some lost salvation - each swell answered by a beat, a clean, sharp pulse punctuating our passage but denying us the sweep of the bright beam once worshipped by our fathers as they sang in the wash of hope which still cuts clean through the deepest dark of the night, in answer to the generations of faith placed in the warmth of the unquenchable light.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 5:26 PM UTC
I climbed and found that I had missed the last keepers of the lamp housed at the top of this lonely spire, but I stood and witnessed the ever breaking waves like unrelenting prayers for some lost salvation - each swell answered by a beat, a clean, sharp pulse punctuating our passage but denying us the sweep of the bright beam once worshipped by our fathers as they sang in the wash of hope which still cuts clean through the deepest dark of the night, in answer to the generations of faith placed in the warmth of the unquenchable light.
UK light housed are no longer manned an their light no longer sweeps 360 degrees. Instead a periodic pulse of light is controlled remotely. Got me thinking of another light on a hill.
