The Sailor

The sailor wiped his spectacles yet one more time. It had been a difficult watch this evening the winter day was short and that left the tiny fishing boat in the dark more than the light. However, he was steadfast, and never parted from his post. He knew the dawn would be arriving soon, but it'd been hours since he'd seen the land. Perhaps he wouldn't see it again, yet, he never let his heart fail, his eyes were constantly searching. When the midst grew thick, his eyes searched, the horizon. When the dark seemed endless, his eyes searched the horizon. When sleep tugged at his eyelids and all he desired was to allow them to close and that he might enjoy rest at last, his eyes searched the horizon.
The sea was a relentless foe, constantly tossing him from his mark, constantly trying to deter his search, and yet, his eyes were fastened on the horizon!
The sailor's faithful heart held tightly to the hope of land. So much so that at times he believed he saw the familiar harbor and home. When the mirage faded, he still held his gaze to the horizon, searching and seeking. Seeking more than any sailor who had ever sailed the seas on such a darkened, soulless night!  He did all that he knew to do with no stars to guide him. He searched the horizon.
Finally, when his were more than weary, and his heart was laden with sorrow, he was rewarded. A glimmer on the horizon. A lighthouse.

""And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart." - Jeremiah 29:13