Standing on the small shoreline I gazed at the reflections in the ponds still surface and watched with fascination the images of tall Aspens quaking in the light breeze. Beyond that the likenesses of small drifting clouds moved lazily across the bright blue sky in the mirror like water.
Reaching down I picked up a small roundish pebble. Rolled it around in my fingers and then with an underhanded lob launched it into a high arc above the waiting pond. A moment later the pebble reached the top of its climb then headed down toward the waiting water where with a little plunk and a small spout of water it buried itself in the heart of the pond.
Immediately small circles began to from around the point of impact and raced one after the other to the ponds nearby edges, lapping at the shore and distorting the once perfect reflection it had held just moments earlier.
As I watched the water ripple and the small waves touch every inch of the surrounding shore line I thought about the words I speak and how they touch everything around me. Not just the ears of those I’ve spoken to, but also their hearts and from their hearts the effects of these words ripple through their lives and out to the lives of others.
I pondered this and thought, “Man shall live by every word . . . “
