The lake surface was stagnant
complacent in the warmth of summer
before a simple stone
fell from the sky
and a pattern of ripples
rolled out from the point of impact
to lead
a follower
must learn to follow
and so each wave
walks in the wake
of the one that has gone ahead
the surface of a face was void of expression
empty of hope or understanding
before a simple word of gospel
found an open ear
and a pattern of ripples
rolled out from the point of impact…
Kelvin Bueckert 