A channel with "good music for the soul" amid the noise of our times.
A keeper tended a lighthouse on a cliff. For seasons, its beam cut through the darkness, a familiar light for all who sailed the nearby waters.
But frost grew upon the lens, distorting the beam. No matter how the keeper works to clean it, the frost remains. The light no longer reaches the far horizons; some days, it barely reaches the shore.
The keeper still polishes the lens, hoping the frost will recede and the light shine true again. He has not abandoned his post. But a keeper's duty is to send out light, not merely tend a dark tower.
So, he has begun to build smaller beacons along quieter shores. He sends them out in unmarked vessels like small flames cast upon the same vast ocean.
Should you see an unfamiliar light dancing on the waves, know the keeper is always at work. The hands that launch the flame are the same, even if the tower is different.