By James
W. Foley
Drop a pebble in the water, just a splash, and
it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on
and on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on
out to the sea.
And there is no way of telling where the end is
going to be.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness; just a flash
and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on
and on and on,
Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each
splashing, dashing wave
Till you wouldn't believe the volume of the one
kind word you gave.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness; in a minute
you forget;
But there's gladness till a-swelling, and
there's joy a-circling yet,
And you've rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet
music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water just by dropping
one kind word.
1 comments:
Raymond, I LOVE this poem! Thank you so much for posting it.
You know, I didn't even realize you had a blog until three years after you created it?
Hahah, I'm sorry I didn't know sooner! This is a beautiful place to write.
I'm so excited for you to be home!
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