Will you find that which you seek
Within the ruins of fire grown weak?
Ashes blown from hearth to heart
Choke life's breath, deaden its art.
Unburied in night, dreams do seek
One whose desire will not grow weak.
Enduring love envelops the heart,
While trust and faith rekindle life's art.
(2.5.07)
Esther Leclerc
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-for-the-seeker/
