Ripples

Into the illusion of my life:
seen as a quiet pool of existence,
small pebbles of your life's energy, splash.
They excite and churn up the still surface.
Ripples radiate, melding and merging
in concentric joining of cosmic awareness.
Forever more I am awed by the impact
of the solitary moment in time.
Your life became part of my reality
and through me
a part of ripples in other ponds.
With lives entwined we leave our wake
in the vast ocean of humanity
evidence that we were here
and we mattered to each other.

©D.W. Rickard 2001

This poem is dedicated my friends
"Diva", "Gara", "Oxany" and "Cuddle Girl",
Debbie, Dee, Shelley and Karen
who have made ripples in my life.

Thanks Gara for suggesting the title.

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