Taking a joyful turn,
never lost
when there is laughing.
With a pocketful
of summers left,
there is an always here,
a forever warm shine
like sun magic,
and wandering fields
with windy skies.

Holy Heart

And like the merest brushing of a petal,
spirit’s breath beheld me.
Standing in stillness
I heard the softest whispering
of my holy heart’s calling.

– L. LeBeau   Pocketful of Summers

With My Joy Wings

The wonder caught me on the wind.

And with my joy wings I flew

over glorious fields.

Delights of this place,

more pleasures on the horizon,

my heart singing away into the distance.


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