Lighthouse

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Lighthouse

A Sonnet

Courtesy Priti Ghosh

The forms are gone and so the names,
All have vanished within inner planes.
Gone the cherished face and redeeming touch,
Of the Herd-Boy we have adored much.

Now the emptiness and unanswering void,
Stares at the heart and its aspiration unalloyed.
O where are the triune ever triumphant, 
Truth, beauty and bliss to forever enchant?

On what spot of certitude do we repose?
All seems ephemeral as if a mist did compose,
This vain experiment of stone and man,
By futility marked since it all began.

Yet we scour the void, for the lighthouse and shore,
To seek the Eternal and to repose there evermore.