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Drop a Pebble in the Water
Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone;
But there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea.
And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be.
Drop a pebble in the water: in a minute you forget,
But there’s little waves a-flowing, and there’s ripples circling yet,
And those little waves a-flowing to a great big wave have grown;
You’ve disturbed a mighty river just by dropping in a stone.
Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute it is gone;
But there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on.
They keep spreading, spreading, spreading from the center as they go,
And there is no way to stop them, once you’ve started them to flow.
Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute you forget;
But there’s little waves a-flowing, and there’s ripples circling yet,
And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you’ve stirred,
And disturbed a life was happy ere you dropped that unkind word.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness: just a flash and it is gone;
But there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave
Till you wouldn’t believe the volume of the one kind word you gave.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness: in a minute you forget;
But there’s gladness still a-swelling, and there’s joy a-circling yet,
And you’ve rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water just by dropping one kind word.
by James W. Foley: as published in the bulletin (1911) of the Market Street Church of Christ in Athens, Alabama, United States of America
James William Foley was born on 4 February 1874 in Saint Louis, Missouri, United States of America. He became a newspaperman and a poet, and was a Poet Laureate of North Dakota. He wrote the poem, “Drop a Pebble in the Water,” for his two adolescent sons. James William Foley passed on at 65 years of age on 19 May 1939 in Los Angeles, California, United States of America.
Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone;
But there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea.
And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be.
Drop a pebble in the water: in a minute you forget,
But there’s little waves a-flowing, and there’s ripples circling yet,
And those little waves a-flowing to a great big wave have grown;
You’ve disturbed a mighty river just by dropping in a stone.
Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute it is gone;
But there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on.
They keep spreading, spreading, spreading from the center as they go,
And there is no way to stop them, once you’ve started them to flow.
Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute you forget;
But there’s little waves a-flowing, and there’s ripples circling yet,
And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you’ve stirred,
And disturbed a life was happy ere you dropped that unkind word.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness: just a flash and it is gone;
But there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave
Till you wouldn’t believe the volume of the one kind word you gave.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness: in a minute you forget;
But there’s gladness still a-swelling, and there’s joy a-circling yet,
And you’ve rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water just by dropping one kind word.
by James W. Foley: as published in the bulletin (1911) of the Market Street Church of Christ in Athens, Alabama, United States of America
James William Foley was born on 4 February 1874 in Saint Louis, Missouri, United States of America. He became a newspaperman and a poet, and was a Poet Laureate of North Dakota. He wrote the poem, “Drop a Pebble in the Water,” for his two adolescent sons. James William Foley passed on at 65 years of age on 19 May 1939 in Los Angeles, California, United States of America.
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Loved these words am using in our unit meeting for our spiritual growth thank you foe these wonderful words of encoursge,emt God blessing
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I found this poem extremely personal my grandmother had this taped to one of her cupboards in the garage by the washing machine so you'd always have to read it it stuck with me even until now...thx james,I appreciate such a mind as yours. Sincerely wes n.
