Ripples
Impacts of acts in kindness you may not see, while their ripples may live on, in perpetuity
Have you ever wondered
the impact of your existence?
.
The ripples of your being
larger in your tight circle of influence
smaller in your wide circle of concern
.
Then imagine you never existed
What would be the difference?
.
Remember the Christmas classic
“It’s a Wonderful Life”
What would be your
George Bailey experience?
.
Do you have your Zuzu rose petals
To remind you, to ground you, to what’s important?
If these past ripples look flat and few
look within and reach out to start anew
.
Remember every time your bell rings
You have the chance to get your wings
Besides, a good cannonball
is a hell of a lotta fun!
About the Creator
Chris Siener
Many poems and posts I write have a nature theme, with family or faith frame of reference. I hope you enjoy.
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