FATHER RAY FERGUSON

FATHER RAY FERGUSON

He stood on the shore
at the Lake of Life
and threw pebbles,
stones called Service, Compassion,
Aid, Wisdom, Patience, Peace.

Even when he found himself
alone,
he threw anyway,
knowing the tiniest ripple
finds a target.

Then, through the fog of Apathy
the mist of Me Only
there’d be another
kerplunk and another
and soon,
under Charity’s sky of blue and sun,
a whole chorus.

Ripple after ripple
found its mark.
Waves crashed upon the shore.

Tides might turn.
Through landslides and thunderstorms,
the darkest hours,
he threw his pebbles,
holding faith
others would find the path
in their own way.

Always his ripple prevailed
guiding the way
to the tsunami
of Unconditional Love
he hoped for,
believed in,
made happen.