Gary Bryson

O Love Their Sits A Lion In The Gate - Poem by Gary Bryson

O Love their sits a Lion in the gate
My duty calls above my heart’s desire
Mortal conflict is for sure and cannot wait,
Speak not of peace amidst so great a fire.

Great winds from Eden burn the fair green land
Do we sit idly admits the boiling pot?
The approaching tempest will quickly be at hand,
And defiles the beauty of this very spot.

But my love your faith I will remember
And courage it gives against the lions might.
Your love for me preserves the burning ember,
Of courage growing strong throughout the fight.

Your faith in me will be my victory cry,
With you this mortal’s fear for now will die.
For you this mortal’s fear for now will die.


Comments about O Love Their Sits A Lion In The Gate by Gary Bryson

  • (5/3/2006 1:41:00 PM)

    What a beautiful, lyrical offering, Gary. True poetry is ageless.

    Kind regards,

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  • (5/3/2006 11:42:00 AM)

    Gary what a beautiful poem, David has said what I wanted to say this has been a hiden treasure it has been a treat to read cheers Sylvie (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 3, 2006

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