Poem June 7, 1993 Issue

The pursuit of happiness

Bruno Leuschner K.

She went before me,
Fortuna,
(So I had thought for years)
Scattering presents out of her cornucopia
Which mostly fell out of my way.
Happiness, I thought,
Is mainly for the others.

One day it rang in my heart
—Love calling—
My "horn of plenty" was right here!
Overflowing love for God and man.
(No Fortuna could bring forth this joy.)
Those selfless prayers
Yielded much
Uplift,
Healings,
And the voice of Soul that spoke
—No myth—
This is what really is strewn
upon your path.

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