The cynosure,
The guiding light,
Provides a sign ashore
Within our sight,
To reassure,
A star by which to navigate,
Appearing when the day is late,
To guide us home
To keep us straight,
To help us steer towards what’s right.
We seldom need to innovate,
The cynosure
Just shines ashore
It is a beam
Catching the eye,
Beheld, despite some speck or mote,
Radiant on the darkest night,
Glowing through the darkest sky,
Providing hope to keep afloat.
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