Beauty stands at the fountainhead

shining her love on all.


Her bounteous gifts

ever replenish within her.


There is no end to her beauty.


The fountain head bubbling and streaming,

the gifts of joy tumbling out to the whole world.


From where does this endless stream of wonder emanate?

Who shares this bounty?

Who stands at the fountainhead?


I walk the steps beside the fountain.  I climb

 towards the source and am nourished by the water’s cool song of

love.  I look up.  I cannot see the source.  I must meet the mistress

of the fountain.  I must look upon her face.  I want to face my benefactress and know her name.



by Tracy Oliver