The Lighthouse Keeper's Lullaby
On a rocky island, far out where the sea meets the sky, stood a tall white lighthouse. And in the top of the lighthouse lived an old keeper named Amos.
Every evening, when the sun sank into the waves and the world went dark, Amos climbed the winding stairs — up, up, up — and lit the great lamp.
Whoosh. The warm golden beam swept out across the water, round and round, slow and steady.
Far out at sea, the tired ships saw the light and knew they were safe. “There’s the lighthouse,” the sailors said. “We’ll be home soon.” And they turned their ships gently toward the harbor.
But Amos did more than light the lamp. As the beam turned, he sang a soft, slow lullaby — a song for the sea, for the sailors, for all the sleepy creatures of the night.
“Rest now, waves. Rest now, ships. Rest now, all who roam. The light is warm, the way is clear, and everyone comes home.”
The waves grew calm. The gulls tucked their heads. The ships slid quietly into the harbor, one by one, and the sailors climbed into their bunks.
And when the very last ship was safely home, Amos smiled, dimmed his lamp to a gentle glow, and rested too — knowing the whole wide sea was sleeping soundly beneath his watchful light.
The end. 🗼
Talk about it together
- How did the lighthouse help the ships?
- What sounds help you feel calm and safe at night?
- Who is your "lighthouse" — someone who keeps you safe?