The Poetry of Ann Margetson

MARRING THE TRUTH
When mists of darkness cloud the mind,
Truth, then can be quite hard to find,
Mist slowing you down, like a foggy day
When it seems impossible to find your way.

Swirling in your mind casting shadows
Across the path where truths light glows,
Marring the way to eternal progression
With doubts and fear and old superstition.

It's not easy to shun those mists far away,
To force them from your mind one day,
Then see the truth shining bright and clear
Showing a path free from pain and fear.

Hold to the truth when you find it out,
Tell others about it free them from doubt,
Let your light shine to show them the way,
Hold onto the truth, stay free every day.

For truth sets you free, free from error,
Free from doubt and unknown terror,
What a gift is truth for us all to find,
So we can leave mists of darkness behind.

M Ann Margetson
Copyright January 17, 2002

The treacherous grey rocks surrounded the coasts,
Mists covered the areas like wondering ghosts
Of past slain sailors in that cold, cruel sea,
The a large lighthouse was built for all to see.

Now ships sail safely past those treacherous rocks,
At the mists of evil darkness they can now mock,
As they follow the bright beacons that lead to home
And to safety from wherever they had to roam.

In our lives we have a lighthouse shining bright
Across the mists of darkness, pure beacons of light,
If we all follow them, we will always in safety live
Follow the beacons in darkness follow the wisdom they give.

Shine beacons of the lighthouse that for truth does stand
Shine in faith in this strong, favoured, happy band,
Shine with the promise of safety that we may gain
Eternal blessings of heaven, be free from hurt and pain.

M. Ann Margetson
© September 12, 2000
2000/Beacons.