The Foghorn's Song

by

(from the solitudes of Chantilus)

There was a story told me long ago

About a poor lonely man

who was kidnapped by a foghorn.

"I came to hear the foghorn" he said

to the desk clerk of the hotel,

because it helps me to relax".

He had come to the rugged coastline,

a small town off the coastal plain

Near salty spray and the bounding Maine

To hear the breakers roaring refrain

And to forget about the broken pieces

Of his impoverished wretched existence:

Those broken pieces of a miserable life

that he sadly could not place together.

But the foghorn reminded him of goodness

Of joyful serenity, and soothing solitude.

An easy sense of drifting in time

would steal over him as in the dark

he sat listening to the old fog horn,

And he wondered how many fishing boat

Captains and sailing boat Captains

Loved the old foghorn for keeping

Their ships off the rocks, and considered

its sound the greatest music on earth,

and the lighthouse the greatest light.

And the man enjoyed the foghorn's song

To such an amazing overwhelming degree

That late one evening the foghorn called

his name and drifted him away

To a land of meaningful sights and sounds

Where He lived happily ever after

With dignity, pride, and peace.

I think God is like that old foghorn.

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by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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