Circle of Influence
As I sat gazing across open water
Whose surface was glazed, equal to glass,
A diminutive pebble I pitched in.
From Its point of impingement,
I observed a circle move outward,
Touching everything in its wake,
Until point of its fading.
On repetition of this drill,
I saw a correlation to a person’s life.
At birth, a splash is made,
The circle from the pebble
Constitutes the length of life
And those we touch, or influence,
In its various stages.
While "Circles of Influence" vary
In extension, we each are a role model,
And light in the life of someone,
Even when undesired.
We should repeat the question daily,
"What is my Testimony, to others?"
Our "Circle of Influence" doesn't end with death,
But continues from beyond the grave.
Time and future generations alone,
Brings an end to our "Circle of Influence".
I close with this--
Is God, pleased with your witness?
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015
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