When weary thoughts like shadows start to creep, And daily burdens weigh upon the soul, A gentle promise one should strive to keep: To nurture self and make the spirit whole. A quiet moment, stolen from the fray, A soothing bath, a book held in the hand, To let the clamor of the world decay, And on the shores of inner peace to stand. To feed the body with what brings it grace, To move and breathe, and feel the sun’s soft kiss, To find a smile reflected in one’s face, And in the quiet, hear what truly is. For in this tending, strength begins to bloom, Dispelling shadows, banishing the gloom.
