The river stretches out before me, a ribbon of deep, endless blue under a sky brushed with the lightest hand of spring. Bare branches reach across the scene, delicate and strong, sketching their truth against the bright expanse. The water moves steadily, rippling and shimmering with life unseen. It is a silent hymn to endurance, to grace, to the unseen journeys that shape all living things.
As I stand by the water’s edge, I am reminded that just as the river flows without needing recognition, so too do the acts of love and kindness we offer in this world. I may never know the true ripple effects of my caring acts—and I don't need to. It is enough to know that, as I give, I also receive; that blessings flow through me even as I share them outward.
The river does not demand to see where its waters end. It simply trusts the pull of something greater, something vast and mysterious. And so it is with kindness: when we give without expectation, when we love without condition, we become part of a current far larger than ourselves. Our small offerings join a vast, unseen ocean of goodness and grace, touching shores we may never walk, reaching hearts we may never meet.
I no longer worry about how my kindness will be repaid. I do not give to be thanked, or loved, or remembered. I give because giving is its own reward. I serve because service ties me to the greater flow of life. I love because to love is to honor the sacredness in others, and in myself.
Standing by this river, I feel it — the quiet truth that caring is never lost. It travels on, borne by invisible currents, passed from soul to soul in ways beyond our imagining. Every kindness, every gentle word, every unseen act of love matters.
We are all part of something far greater than we can ever see — a living, breathing tapestry of compassion and grace, woven from millions of unseen threads. And today, under this wide blue sky, beside these whispering waters, I am at peace. It is enough to simply be one small ripple in the river of kindness.
~Wylddane