Sunday, September 19, 2010
There by the fountain pond, in a beautiful tree lined park sat a woman. She had come to the park to escape the dullness of her life. “Get out be alive,” she thought but the dullness only jaded her view. Looking out into the vast landscape her eyes found the pond. “Where has all my color gone?”
She gazed deep with in the water, as if the pool of liquid held a clue. The deeper she stared, the darker the water grew. “You hold no color, only fathoms on my soul,” she cried. “Where is my color?” again she asked.
It was then a ripple in the water gently ambled into view, and with the ripple came a color. White, she knew to some was not a color, yet to her contrasting the darkness it would do. It was a change. With the ripple came another and another, “Why do ripples have your color?” she asked.
Her eyes traced back the path of the color holding ripples. One by one as her eyes moved in search of what had caused the ripples, color began to emerge. Blue, green, yellow, all the colors began reflecting within the water. It was as if an artist had begun to paint it, dabbing color with each passing ripple.
By the time her eyes met the source of her color filled ripples the entire picture had been composed. The ripples had brought to her the beauty of the park, all its many colors and the source. The source had been a single fallen leaf.
When we look into the dark depths of anything sometimes we lose sight of the ripples. Don’t under estimate where your ripples will travel or how far. Any of us could be that single fallen leaf, we all cast ripples. It is up to us to paint them with color.
May you have a blessed Sunday and all your ripples be full of color.
PS Don’t forget Alex’s Blog Fest Tomorrow. Also Sorry for not being around I just need to spend more time with life than technology.