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Ripple effect

Sometimes, all it takes is a heart that does not measure
But only knows how to willingly give.
That way, perhaps,
The world can hear a perfect symphony of peace.

Sometimes, all it takes is a mind that does not settle at boundaries
But courageously dives into the deep waters, plunging into it,
And discovering real treasures only found in the littlest of things.
That way, perhaps,
The world can know simplicity.

Sometimes, all it takes is an eye that does not judge
But rather looks behind the physical that reveals a humble beauty
ready to sprinkle the light that will shine above the rest.
That way, perhaps,
The world can realize how beautifully created it was.

Sometimes, all it takes is an ear that does not just hear
But earnestly listens to what the lips plead.
That way, perhaps,
The world can withstand pain.

Sometimes, all it takes is a mouth that does not carelessly reject
And unwittingly use the most scathing words
But rather speaks forth of kindness, of genuineness, of respect.
That way, perhaps,
The world can live harmoniously.

Sometimes, all it takes is a hand that does not ignore
But compassionately be of helping hand especially when all eyes do not watch.
That way, perhaps,
The world can endure suffering.

Sometimes, all it takes is a foot that does not trample down another
But devoting each step to guide, to set an example, and to leave a mark
Rooted in the purpose of accomplishing what God is expecting.
That way, perhaps,
The world can journey straightforward; devoid of u-turns, taking detours, and going astray.

Sometimes, all it takes is for one person or two
To inspire a ripple effect

Forming waves of change.

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