WE ARE NO DIFFERENT

Could you just imagine for a second that you were stranded on an island somewhere far away out in the middle of nowhere, and your only means of shelter was a lighthouse sitting on top of an chiff over looking the seas. How would you feel to know that your alone with no human contact and you have lost your own way, leaving you with only the mere sounds of your own voice and the whispers of the winds as they blow through the fresh sea air. Yet subconsciously awakening your mind with its many stories told so many years ago, stories passed down about the mysteries of the seas about the lost ships even some carrying treasures from lands far and wide. Becoming trapped within an hell storm of rough and deadly currents that is surely able, to drown many of mens dragging them down into the abyss of no end along with there ship. For the lighthouse is a porthole light that shines across the vast seas crossing space and time, for it is that beam of light that guilds and direct all who become lost along the way, for we are no different then a ship out to sea. As we to sometimes become lose in our own way and needing and wanting, that light to shine upon us to guild us safely to shore out of harms way.