Listening to every heart
I would not want to but live,
whereby I would not e'er meet
a life and its tender being,
his treasures I would greet.
I would not want to let slip by,
a solitary soulmate on the path,
would I were to comfort him,
feed his soul, lend a staff.
Nor would I keep this being
from his life-long journey's trail,
only hope that he would recount to me
all the good, and all of his travails.
Journey on, kind soul, keep the flame of life well;
for our meeting, in my heart, will your memory dwell.
5 May, 2000
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow