Caring is a Circle

I used to think that caring meant giving it all away,

Stretching myself thin, fading day by day.

But wisdom whispered a truth:

To nurture others, I must flourish too.

In a world that's rushing, always on the go,

We forget that kindness needs room to grow.

So I'm taking time to refill my cup;

When I'm whole, I can lift others up.

Caring is a circle; it starts with you.

Heal yourself, then share what's true.

It's not what you say, but what you do,

The feeling that you leave will break through.

Sometimes kindness means I close a door,

Say no to requests when I can't give more,

To save my strength for what is right.

It is a mindful balance, day and night.

Giving comfort is not a grand parade;

It is the quiet moments, the small crusade,

A steady gaze, an open ear,

Just being there when doubt draws near.

Caring is a circle; it starts with you.

Heal yourself, then share what's true.

It's not what you say, but what you do,

The feeling that you leave will break through.

We're all connected in this grand design;

Your well-being and mine intertwine.

So let's take care of ourselves and each other,

In this world, we're all sisters and brothers.

Remember when someone held your pain,

How it cleared the fog, broke the chain.

The power we hold in our hands each day

Is to lift others up in our own way.

Caring is a circle; it starts with you.

Heal yourself, then share what's true.

It's not what you say, but what you do,

The feeling that you leave will break through.

Remember, it's not what you say or do.

But the feeling you leave, that shines through.

Care for yourself, then extend the light,

Together we will make this world shine bright

Alan Simpson