May there be light in the lighthouse,
when the seas grow hard to sail,
do not wish for smooth waters,
wish that your skills prevail.
Keep going and stay strong,
you will reach home before long,
the waves will test and make you weary,
but know the clouds will soon be clearing.
Become deaf to the Sirens call,
the tempting lure to waiver your sail,
let the charts and the stars guide you,
for they only wish to fare you well.
The end of the journey and the comfort of home,
safe in love to hold to,
assured that the waves did not overtake you,
but ready to sail anew as called.
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