A Ripple in time

Your life is a ripple in time;
A chain reaction of events sparked
By your birth.
Wether you walk amongst wildflowers,
Or trail along a heathery marsh way,
Pushing a cloud-spun meadow
On the blue horizon, or
Dragging along the sun,
Your seasonal skin will keep falling;
Peeling off coats of arms, smoothed
By currents of interchanging keys,
Until nothing remains but a soft wind,
Tossing upon someone else’s waves.

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23 thoughts on “A Ripple in time

  1. Very beautiful, Trini, and only moments ago I had been thinking about this.
    There are so many people who have entered and left our lives, and affected us in one way or another. Like the wake left after a boat passes, or even with small ripples from that soft breeze, we affect each other. Sometimes it may be in small ways that we won’t notice for some time to come.
    They may have been a stranger on a train going the other direction, and that we happened to notice, so it affected us somehow. They may have been someone very dear that deeply affected us in countless ways, before they too went some other way.
    I was wondering how we can know who has touched us, so we could offer gratitude. I was also wondering if we could ever know how we’ve been touched or shaped.
    I sometimes feel overwhelmed when I realize how many gifts I’ve received along my journey so far. I suppose the best we can do is offer gratitude as we can and then pay it forward to help other travelers.
    Thanks for your wonderful message.
    Vincent

    • That is such a beautiful comment, Vincent! πŸ’–πŸ’–. I feel exactly like you! 😊. I saw this film once, it was about a man who had dedicated his life to helping people, just because he enjoyed it, then he had a heart attack and went to heaven, in heaven he met all the people whose lives he had touched with his life, he was overwhelmed! There were people there he never even had a clue he had helped in any way! He met grandparents whose granddaughter he had motivat to stay in school, parents whose sons he had found adopted parents for, he saw and was made aware of all the ripples of his life. He didn’t die from the heart attack, he went back to earth, and his life was changed. I remember thinking after that: I will always let people who have affected my life in any way know. Even if they don’t care. I have written letters to authors, poets, I have approached strangers, musicians, teachers, anyone who has meant something to me, and thanked them. Because I want them to know, in their lifetime on earth, that they have helped change a life, even if it is just a tiny bit. You never know how your gratitude can affect someone, sometimes knowing how much they have meant to someone can also change their life. 😊😊

  2. Very beautiful Trini.. I have been peeling away yet more layers myself recently and now once again I am part of the breeze.. Wonderful poetry Trini, i have missed seeing your posts while I have not been as active within WP and visiting for a while.. So good to digest your wisdom..
    Love and Light dear friend xxx

    • Oh, thank you so much, dearest Sue! πŸ’–πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–πŸ˜Š. Yeah, I think we keep shedding our skin throughout our lives πŸ’–. To me, it is an uplifting thought 😊. Thank you for always appreciating my poetry πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–. Lots of love to you, my dear friend πŸ’–πŸ˜Š

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