Pebbles

Some drop a pebble a pond, and the ripples move outward, but only as far as the pond’s edge. And then they are gone.

Some drop a pebble in the sea, and the ripples move outward, and they can move further,  but they must compete with all the waves, and so will lose their energy before they reach an edge. And then they are gone.

Once in a while, few and far between, there comes someone who drops a pebble with a different force behind it.

It falls into the ocean, and the ripples move outwards, and they are met with cross-waves, and they may even disappear for a time, but they are there, and they emerge, and carry on.

And the ripples reach many shores. And are felt by many. And seen by many. And they rebound from each shore and continue their journeys. And touch more shores, and more souls.

And the ripples meet each other, and merge, and grow stronger, and, under or over, surpass the waves that may try to slow and diminish them.

And that few and far between pebble, although dropped once, continues to send out more ripples, to touch those ripples from before, and those shores from before, and new shores, and old souls, and new souls.

And they all feel the different force.

And they drop their own pebbles.