How Much Is Enough

How Much Is Enough

At what point do we care too much,
or go too far for another
without the yearning to hold back,
afraid the extra mile
would become an infinity of
race we never finish?

When do we stop our caring?
Where is the land we refuse
to enter due to an overriding
fear, or expectancy that once
we commit ourselves,
our chore will never end?

At what point does our need never matter,
content instead to offer that cool
water to those who thirst,
a meal to those who hunger,
support for the mental anguish
abuse and poverty claim
while others watch with rosy vision?

How do I say the care is ended,
completed, because I have grown
weary of doing good?
I do no have that right,
for knowledge has been granted
as the scales fell from my
blinded eyes.

I can never care too much—
for doing so lays waste to what
I have been freely given.

I cannot turn away from
the injured masses when my body
is healed by His stripes.

I cannot walk away from those desiring change
when my soul has been redeemed.

I can never care too much—
because I have been set free
by God who cared beyond this world
and died upon a cross for me.