Bobette Bryan's Poetry
The Way
God, give my heart rest;
fortify me against the assault
that has been waged upon it.
Let the sun play upon my spirit
and fill my hunger with hope.
Instill a calm where waters are rough.
Inspire beauty like the hands of love.
Let cathedrals rise in my soul
and light the way that I must go.
© 2010 Bobette Bryan
Poetry Index
Sign My Guestbook |
View My Guestbook
| |
|