Ripples Don’t Have to be Large

"We are but a drop in the pond
 but our ripples are ever reaching

Autumn Rain artwork by: Stephanie Koehl

The young man spoke to the elder one,
I’m just not important, he said
I haven’t accomplished a notable deed
To be remembered for after I’m dead.

The old man took pebbles of varying size.
And one-by-one tossed in the pond.
Each pebble created a splash as it hit,
and the ripples spread far and beyond.

Individual pebbles, from smallest to large,
create their own ripples to send,
as each capability dictates.
Then finally, each ripple will end.

Some ripples last longer than others,
but finally, all disappear,
leaving the pond surface tranquil.
Just quiet, peaceful and clear.

The pebbles are likened to people, he said,
And the water a symbol for earth,
The ripple is each person’s presence in life.
It measures not value nor worth.

The size matters not of the ripple we make
In time all are gone from the view.
Of all of the ripples that formed in the pond
Don’t forget there was one caused by you.

In the final analysis, your impact on life,
be the magnitude greater or small,
In the memory of someone you always will be.
No one is remembered by all.

Poem From Shelly Forrest

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