Dear God, the life of the beacon weighs on my shoulders. I live apart, dwelling with you, and in the small hours of morning I feel lonely. I am fearful for those who would founder were my light to dim.
Lord, let me see rightly. I am not alone nor have I ever been. Fellows stand ready to help were I but to ask.
Others will carry my load when it is needful. Let me give adequate thanks to you and to them.
Not one of us is alone. Wherefore, then, should I feel so?