Ripples

Ripples in water

and ripples in sand

mark the passage of time

and the movement of man.

Every stone we throw

and footprint we leave

is one tidbit of thread

in the story we weave.

Yet, we aren’t the authors

in this strange fiction.

we’re the pages that turn

in life’s benediction.

It’s impact we want,

remembrance we crave,

but nothing will remain

of the ripples we gave.

All that will be left,

all that we will see,

are deserts and oceans

In God’s great tapestry.