FOUNT

     See the mountain king of fire,
     boldly reaching for the heavens,
     thrust above the world to touch the sky.
     Yet though seeming grand and noble,
     falls far short of greater glories,
     vain beneath the lord of the most high.

     Fountain born of perfect wisdom,
     able son of my creation,
     fill your mothers open heart with love.
     She the pool of adoration,
     shining lake of holy wonder,
     sweet reflection of the stars above.

     As a gentle woman waiting,
     bowing soft in her surrender,
     rests your mother humble in her prayer.
     Blessed servant of devotion,
     thoughtless of the world above her,
     yet I've seen the light of heaven there.

                                   B.E.