12 December 2012
The Man and the Lighthouse
There once lived a man near the shore. Of what shore I know not or of what time he lived but his story lives on. This man had suffered during his years, through his rights, through his wrongs. Though he never gave up on finding the happiness he hoped he would have one day. One day this man found what he believed could possibly this great source. It was a lighthouse. A lighthouse that had weathered terrible storms, rough treatment, and abandonement. The grip of the world slowly bringing it down day by day by day. Though this man saw what some others could not. Though this lighthouse appeared beaten and broken he saw it's soul. He saw the tremendous beauty in wich it's creator had given it. It radiated with such bright light even though it was masked by the growing darkness of the world around it. He saw what it was to become. With sacrifice, with pain, with burden equal to that of wich this lighthouse had been stricken with this man was willing to share it all to see its radiance restored. To give hope to a source of light that had been stolen by th cruelness of the world. For he so loved this building he never thought to give up, to abandon, to leave it to the lonliness in wich others had. So he shares the the toil and suffering in hopes of one day seeing that presciouss light one more time.
Patrick • Opuss № I