Love is Like a Fountain

Love is like a fountain that starts somewhere deep down inside,

it can ooze or flow as a spout until it finds a new place to abide.

It is never meant to be kept as a treasure or horded in one place,

because it is a special gift thats' meant for the entire human race.

They say it can't be hidden.... if it really is Love that abides in you,

so letting it shine on to others is a very good and natural thing to do.

Always remember the people who live their lives cast in much fear,

and the antidote is simple as it can not abide where Love is near.

I am sure that you have met people... as we all have surely done,

that are just like this fountain that oozes life that moves everyone.

They are so patient with with everything crossing their life's path,

and you dont see them in a vengeful mood or extending any wrath.

The closer that you look into their hearts you see kindness extended,

and looking back upon them you can see broken people mended.

Its kindness that goes a long way in reaching into life's darkest  times,

as it brings hope to so many who anre dangling on a short lifeline.

Then there are those who do not seek for themselves as a priority,

in so doing they touch others first but sadly are not in the vast majority.

Selflessness is a trait that you can choose to bestow upon a stranger,

as it was actually given to us in that way far away in a litlle manger.

So out of this fountain can come patience, kindness and selflessness,

which are all ingredients to overcome and delute all of our stress.

But Love is a choice not a magical wand to wave and  then proclaim,

it is a daily action of deeds and words and for it we should all aim.

So be like that fountain in life and open your ears and eyes and heart, taking time to smell the roses.....keeping the horse before the cart.

Ooze out just a little because its true love goes a very very long way,

remembering to slow down a little because love is needed each day.

People are hurting whether it be family, friends or even some stranger,

and where Love is forgotten there resides all kinds of varried dangers. Nothing in life is worth doing if it can not be done in Loves' true cast,

as the motions in life would be worthless without it and could not last.

Dennis Thompson  7-18-2004