Ripples

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A stone falls in a pond, the ripples carry

echoes of that moment to the rim

in circle after circle, marrying

origin to end. At the beginning

of the universe, when time and space

were one, a moment birthed the multitude

of things, expanding in concentric arcs

of power. So the world has been renewed,

the face of time pierced by the One. His sign –

a cross, an empty tomb, a hurricane

within a room – we feel it realign

our inner being. What was, ever the same

shall be, the centre of eternity,

has reached our shore like ripples on the sea.

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