Journaling reads:
On the coldest nights
I'll look for your glow
among the burning embers
of your fiery soul.
I'll sift through the ashes
in search of the spark
that ignited my mind
and lit up my heart.
Christy Ann Martine
This is a deserted homestead I took a picture of while on one of our bike rides. It always makes me wonder what stories old, deserted homes could tell if they could talk. I think of the burning embers in the poem as being life for the old house and the house is waiting for someone to sift through the ashes in search of just a small spark that would bring life back into it!
