The Stranger

The sun becomes hidden
Behind the dark clouds,
And wild shadows begin to dance
Against the lighted house.
The wind blows wrecklessly
Around the tall structure.
Twisting and Turning,
Trembling under the pressure.
Rain falls to the earth,
then lightening, followed by a roar.
And, like a rocky avalanche
The rains begin to pour.
Inside the living quarters
the mood is not the same.
The rooms are warm and well list.
All the shadows are tame.
Mother, reading by the fire,
Papa, asleep in his chair,
Little ones drawing quietly,
Content with few cares.
A soft light in the corner,
Bits of crayon on the floor;
A peaceful family scene
When there is a knock at the door.
Papa wakes at the sound,
And stands from his chair.
All heads turn in interest
To see who is there.
The door is slowly opened
To a young man wet and cold,
Who, after being invited in,
Explains his car died down the road.
Seconds after this was said
They were under terror's grip
The lighthouse light went dark
And coming near, a ship.
Papa and the stranger
Rush to the top
Heavy breathing as they race,
Rushing through the dark.
Papa tumbles and trips
As he prays for the light
He begs for safety
in the stormy night.
In the middle of this thoughts
Dawned a familiar thing
the empty room above
was shimmering
The light grew bright and proud
The beacon shined once more
Casting a single shadow
Across the wooden floor.
Papa watched in silence
As the ship went safely by.
He leaned against a beam
and let out a relieved sigh.
Remembering the stranger
He turned to offer thanks
But all that he saw
was a wall of wooden planks.
It soon became evident
the stranger had disappeared
He had come at a time of need,
this angelic friend.