The pebble is worn smooth
Made small over time
A product of a cataclysmic force of nature
A fragment of mountainous sheets of rock
An accidental offspring of a boulder.
But just a very small stone
The pebble’s place in our world
Is neither understood nor appreciated.
But when thrown in a glassy calm pond
Its insignificance is transformed.
Its meaning and purpose is unleashed
The instant the pebble kisses the pond
Its signature of concentric ripples
Moving far beyond itself.
Gently affecting everything in its wake
Forever altering the smooth placid surface.
The pebble creates its worth and meaning
By unleashing its unimagined power.
Into a dueling force of action and reaction
Creating karmic energy
Producing a lasting and fluid impression
Aren’t we all pebbles?
Feeling small and insignificant.
But ultimately recognizing
That who we are meant to be
Can never be measured in isolation
on a path into ourselves
It is true:
Our everlasting future
Is created by the indiscriminate tossing of pebbles
Into the pond of life
which leave a unique mark on our world
Not because of thoughts
or well meaning plans
But because of actions
Our life’s prayers our answered
Because even the smallest pebble
No matter how seemingly insignificant
Change the course of the lives
Of those who we touch.
And when the icy winds of death
beckon our lasting attention
We will gently leave this life
With the knowledge that
because of that one pebble
The world will never be the same
And then we have heaven …
Creator of “The Codependency Cure: Recovering from Self-Love Deficit Disorder” seminar (and upcoming book)