Welcome to the Lighthouse

Written by a Regular Guest

In the calm of daylight’s rise,
when the sun spills softly over Waterville,
there stands a light,
not of stone or sea,
but of hands held out,
of hearts quietly offering what they can.

The Lighthouse doesn’t need the cover of night
to make its presence known.
In the warmth of the day,
it stands steady,
a place where weary souls find more than food—
they find understanding.

Here, the light shines not from a tower,
but from the simple act of being present,
from the soft words shared
as meals are served,
from the smiles exchanged
when no one else is looking.

In the light of morning,
the doors open wide,
and all who come are welcomed,
no questions asked,
just a seat at the table,
a moment to be seen.

It’s not just about filling plates,
it’s about filling hearts—
the ones who’ve carried too much
for too long,
the ones who’ve stood outside
too many doors,
wondering where they belong.

Here, they find a place,
not as strangers,
but as part of something greater,
something made from kindness,
woven together in shared laughter,
in shared silences.

There’s the warmth of someone offering seconds,
the quiet strength of those who stay to clean,
even when their own days are heavy.
It’s the gift of showing up,
even when the world seems too cold.

This light does not fade in the sun.
It stays constant,
steady,
reminding us all
that we are never too far gone
to find our way back,
to find a place to rest
and know we are safe.

In this daylight, the world may rush,
but here, the clock slows,
the moment expands,
and the warmth of simple care
wraps around us like a blanket—
like a promise
that we will never be alone.

The Lighthouse in Waterville stands,
not just for the hungry,
but for the human spirit,
reminding us all that light can be found
in the hearts of those who care,
and that even in the busyness of day,
there is always room
for love.