Talking just to hear my thoughts,
encaged actions remain caught.
Frustration yells “what is next”,
tempting fate to do it’s best.

Feeling hopeless, look around,
empathy has broken down.
People in need every day,
trying hard to find their way.

Others stroll without a care,
ignoring all saddened stares,
oblivious to inner tears,
known to carry lack and fears.

I will not judge what they do,
to myself, I will be true.
Maybe I can cause a change,
push myself to just engage.

Love does not know how to flee,
actions will release so free.
I can be a vital force
with some guidance from pure source.

Every day the Sun appears,
sharing can always bring cheers.
Full moon emanating light,
spreading brightness every night.

Simple smiles can be suffice,
as the case with sound advice.
Money is not all we need,
help requires a small seed.

It will sprout and multiply,
positive in high supply.
I will gladly lend a hand,
my love grows, shares, and expands.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy