A poem
Everything that is not given is lost.
we are mortal, every talent, skill, ability we
possess, every thought and feeling we ever have, every
beautiful sight we ever see, every material possession
we own, will ultimately be lost. Unless we share it!!!.
Unless we give what we have to others – to our spouse,
to our child, to our friends and neighbors, to the
strangers we encounter on our path – what we know and
value will be irrevocably and utterly gone.
But if we give freely of our minds and hearts and
spirits, who we are and what matters to us will never
die, but will live forever in the psyches of not only
all those who know us, but everyone who encounters
them, and then everyone who encounters those who knew
them in an infinite regression of mysteriously unseen
effect.
That’s why the metaphor of a pebble in a pond is so
important. We toss the pebble of our soul into the
pond of life and ripples are created. If we hoard
ourselves, our gifts and talents, we will make a very
little splash and the ripples will soon end. But if
we give fully, with abandon and abundance, the ripples
go out infinitely, overlapping and intermingling with
all other souls.
So it is in giving everything of ourselves
that we find a sense of accomplishment
realizing what we have given something back
to what life has given us.
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