Where do the Ripples end? <br />Seeds long since sown still a harvest will grow, <br />What power have I to control where they go, <br />Who they feed, <br />Or who they leave, with a simple or dire need, <br />Could I have been more penitent? <br />Opened my eyes beyond my own vantage view, <br />Of my life of ease, yet many suffer, <br />Ripples fly forth, <br />Each new action a stone into the lake of life. <br />No stone can be retrieved, <br />No ripples will be calmed, <br />How can I change my careless dispersion into a more accurate means of lifting loving and Comforting hearts. <br />I can see neither harvest nor reach in the end <br />But the births thereof are in my hands.<br /><br />Palious Thatcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-do-the-ripples-end/
