The world, a vast and troubled sea, Too wide, too deep, too much for me. Its currents strong, its storms untamed, A single soul feels small, unnamed. To calm the waves or change the tide, Seems far beyond my reach, I cried. The weight of all, a crushing stone, I cannot change the world alone.
But in my hand, a choice I hold, A single pebble, smooth and cold. Not meant to move the ocean grand, Or sculpt the shores of every land. Just one small stone, a simple thing, To break the silence, I can fling. A quiet hope, a whispered plea, This one small act belongs to me.
I cast it forth, a tiny sound, Disturbs the stillness all around. And from that single point of grace, A silver circle finds its space. A shiver on the water’s skin, To show the world where I have been. The first small ring, a fragile start, A beating pulse, a work of art.
That circle widens, soft and slow, Embracing what it comes to know. It touches shores I’ll never see, And stirs a leaf upon a tree. It nudges boats that drift astray, And wakes the dawn of some new day. Each ripple born of that first toss, Can never calculate its loss.
For in that ever-widening sweep, A promise that the waters keep, Another soul may feel the wave, And find the courage to be brave. Another hand may cast its own, And know it isn’t quite alone. And so the ripples multiply, Beneath the vast and watchful sky.
I cannot change the world, it’s true, The task is far too great to do. But I can cast a pebble in, And let the slow good work begin. For in that single, hopeful throw, I start a change I may not know. And watch the ripples, soft and wide, Transform the world from deep inside.
Pam Beach “Beyond the Blog”
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