“Every presence leaves a wake, choose how yours will move the water.”

The lake was still, yet even stillness remembers.
One small gesture, a pebble, a word, a glance,
and the surface shifts.
Circles form quietly,
but they travel farther than the eye can follow.

We forget how far our presence carries.
How even silence has weight.
How even waiting is an act of impact.
The ripples do not ask our permission,
they move outward,
touching natures gifts, brushing sand,
until they quietly settle away from
where they began.

This is the legacy of every moment,
to ripple into places unseen but never gone.
To leave behind a pattern that lingers
long after the stone leaves its impression.

So we are asked,
What do we place into the water?
Do we drop fear like a heavy stone,
or do we let kindness fall softly,
so the circles carry healing instead of harm?

To wait before speaking
is not weakness,
it is remembering that our words will travel,
that the echo will belong to more than us.
Every ripple teaches us,
we are always shaping something,
seen or unseen,
known or unknown.

-Kerri-Elizabeth-

And as the last circle stretched toward the farthest shore, I felt the truth of it, the wait itself is part of the impact, and tomorrow will reveal how far it can reach.