A ribbon of joy in beams of light,
cascading through the darkest night.
A breathing space in softened air,
a winding hope on wings of care.
A searching guide comes beaming through,
combining old with sparkling new.
Embracing all while missing none,
weaving through with light spun fun.
Happiness and peace-filled pride
doesn't need to run and hide.
Magic reigns and fills the air
with every heart fulfilled in prayer.
Following the heartline's pace
we move freely in that space,
knowing that this way can find
the spirit in both heart and mind.
Margery Layton
12-2001
