Like the constellations that map the night sky,
you illuminate the coastline –
your guiding light
a beacon of hope for countless souls.
They must have looked forward to seeing you –
a flickering star to the west –
with eager anticipation
to the promise of a new arrival.
And like those travellers of bygone eras,
I have searched for your light –
often feeling lost
in the sea of my muddled imagination.
But there you always are – upright and virtuous –
ready to show me the way –
guiding me home
to the soul of your live tradition.