A Ripple

I am but a ripple, made in a silent stream.
Insignificant to many, may this ripple seem.

Just a small vibration, disturbing water still.
Just a simple ripple, within the Creator's will.

The ripple unimportant, made a simple wave,
Then the wave made ripples, ripples strong and brave.

Circles through the water, reaching to the shore,
I thought it was completed, then there were more.

Don't fear to be a ripple, upon a silent stream,
Faith should not be silent, Faith should be seen!

This poem won second place for the October 2007 poetry contest