The Beacon

I count myself very fortunate and lucky to have taken this picture. It took hundreds of shots to get this perfect panning photo – thank goodness for digital! This was the first time I really practiced panning shots, and it paid off in the end. Sometimes it might seem that you’re ramming your head repeatedly into a wall, but just now and again you get that breakthrough you have been working so hard to achieve.

This picture reminded me of a poem I wrote in 2008.


The Beacon


This body; mine castle

Upon battlement my proud eye

The fiercer mine enemy

The darker mine cry


Nothing can touch this flesh

Arrows, fire of blade:

All is but blunt knives

Primitive, human-made


The protective shield is borne within

Harnessing unquenchable strength

From Life’s fountain flow,

Absolute breadth and absolute depth


This song is sweet to ears

Blooming in vitality, bringing tears

To the faces of hopeless men

Who hide in pitiful, lonely dens

Look upon this fortress!

Beacon of hope and prowess!

Let light fill your darkened holes

Seeping into your bottomless souls.

For we are the protectors of

This never-ending tale

And we shan’t set sail

‘till we succeed or fail.


Written 2008 – Francois Hermanus Steyn


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