The pursuit of happiness

She went before me,Fortuna,(So I had thought for years)Scattering presents out of her cornucopiaWhich 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 prayersYielded muchUplift,Healings,And the voice of Soul that spoke—No myth—This is what really is strewnupon your path.

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