Mondays’ with Megan

Food for thought, and reflection, this Monday…

 

Thought – He who casts a stone

I stood beside the water – it was quiet and calm and still,

When someone cast a stone into the water – as folks will;

With a tiny splash it landed, then quickly sank below,

But it broke the peaceful silence, and the water’s gentle flow.

Then the splash became a ripple that extended far and wide,

Till it’s ever spreading current hit the banks on either side.

And I idly started thinking – it was so akin to life,

For one word unwisely spoken, may stir up so much strife.

And like the rippling water, it spreads from shore to shore,

To start a million tear drops, to close a friendly door;

And no matter who may wish it, one never may recall,

The words that spread like ripples, that cause another’s fall.

For who may stem a river, or halt the ocean tide,

Or halt the storm that rages across the countryside?

Oh, let he who knows perfection, feel free to cast a stone,

Then surely, we may never see another pebble thrown.

Hereward Henry Plantagenet Somerset

1900 – 1989