Ripples

“People say, what is the sense of our small effort? They cannot see that we must lay one brick at a time, take one step at a time. A pebble cast into a pond causes ripples that spread in all directions. Each one of our thoughts, words and deeds is like that. No one has a right to sit down and feel hopeless. There is too much work to do.”
― Dorothy Day


The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning was RIPPLES.

My thoughts went in two different directions: I considered writing a verse about the ripples you will see in natural settings…and then I pondered the philosophical angle, where RIPPLES symbolize the power of example. Particularly the influence that a good example can have. How many individuals have carried out a work which has blessed the whole world?

I opted for the “ripples as a symbol of influence” angle and chose the quote by Dorothy Day. Whoever she is or was, her thought is a wise one. And I’m going to add my own mini-poem on this subject. The verse I wrote about natural ripples I’ll save for another post. 🙂

This world is full of ripples
and each of us must choose
the ones we’ll be a part of,
to win at life, or lose.

Some lives have left a swelling
of blessings for us all
while some leave sad examples
how far a man can fall.

Each ring will ripple outward
toward some final end:
the eulogy of “enemy”
or accolades of “friend.”

Speak On These Things

by Canadian Poet Edna Jacques

If there be faith and love and charity,
The shining wonder of a bluebird’s wings,
If there is joy and beauty in your life,
Speak on these things.

If there be trust when all men seem to doubt,
A lullaby that some young mother sings,
A neighbour on whose goodness you rely,
Speak on these things.

If there be majesty and truth and grace,
A happy message that the postman brings,
The welcome visitor who comes to call,
Speak on these things.

If there be goldenrod, like tapers lit,
An old gray wall where coloured ivy clings,
A garden where tall lilies scent the air,
Speak on these things.

If there is beauty in a world of ill,
A quiet valley where a church bell rings,
Where there is faith and love and little homes,
Speak on these things.

Edna Jacques,
1891- 1978