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