The Way Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

From this oft forgotten place
a light shines through the mist;
almost regal in her saving grace
she stands tall in her isolation.
An unfailing charge
over moonlit or churning seas,
she cleaves proud to her majesty
as guard of earth and time.
Her voice spoken in rays of light
a hope that calls out across the sea,
spoken to any and all who sail
“I am here without fail
here is where I’ll always be,
you have simply to follow
and come the way I lead;
I am the way home,
come, come to me.”