The Lighthouse
The following poem was penned by Douglas Malloch and appeared in the December 1934 edition of the Lighthouse Service Bulletin…
“It knows no lands, no flags, no kings, These are inconsequential things. The one important thing tonight That every seaman, black or white, Who seeks a harbor sees a light. “We talk about world brotherhood, But only here we make it good. We go on building ships of war, But God be praised, do one thing more; We build a lighthouse on the shore. “The lighthouse has no special friends, No special foes, when night descends. In all the earth the only place, Though statesmen talk and kings embrace, Where man becomes one common race.”
Frederick W Mikkelsen says
We need this so much these days, Thanks Bob
Christie Look says
Thank you, Bob – needed words!