All night the beam kept turning
the keeper half asleep;
his lantern hummed of duty
the stars sank in the deep
At dawn he brewed his coffee
the sea still out of tune;
the fog began to shimmer
then opened to the moon
He laughed at heaven’s timing
at miracles so plain—
how light must first lose distance
to guide us home again
And when the gulls found morning
he stepped outside the door—
to serve the light you cherish
is to become it more