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poem about a beacon signifying love_ honourable mention in Novice Writer's Guild. |
| The Beacon I am a lump of clay, and you are the potter; Though I am a tool in your hands you love me and give various shapes. Don't make me a toy, used for children's joy; For they will tamper with my beauty and injure me. Don't make me an idol, worshipped by people; Coz they might desecrate me when all I want is holiness. Don't make me a decorative piece used to embellish museums; for toadies would flatter me and lavish me with unwanted praise. Make me a beacon that will end sorrow's darkness by flooding light of happiness and act as a signal of love! |