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