The Hunt
For truth…there is a quest
and hunters will have no rest
No solace ever…not for the seeker
only a never-ending journey…
for those born of pain and of humankind
There will be no banquet on which to dine
just water...only water...and dry bread
so choose not to wait until one is dead
to look for the roses among the briars
They have bloomed there all along
and oversight can never atone
...even in the smallest way
for treasures passed by each day
Closing the eyes and searching
with the heart is the only way
© Faye Sizemore 6/21/04
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