THE PLEASURE TO SERVE

The whole nature is an aspiration of serving.

It serves the cloud, it serves the wind, it serves the rain.

Where has a tree to plant, it plants it you; where has a mistake to correct, it corrects it you; where has a work and everybody is avoided, you accept.

Be what removes the stone of the road, the hate between the hearts and the difficulties of the problem.

There is the happiness of being pure and the one of being exactly; but there is, above all, the wonderful, the immense happiness of serving.

That sad it would be the world if everything if he/she found done, if a rosebush didn't exist to plant, a work to begin!

Don't only call you the easy works. It is much more beautiful to do that that the others refuse.

But you don't whitewash in the mistake that there are only merits in the great works; there are small services that are good services; to adorn a table to arrange your books, to comb a child.

That is what criticizes; this is what destroys: be you that it serves.

Serving is not task of you be inferior. God that gives the fruits and the light, serves.

Its name is: " That that serves ". He has the fixed eyes in our hands and he/she asks us every day: Did you serve today? To who? To it hoists colours it? To your brother? Your Mother?

Gabriela Mistral

Extracted of the book: Messages of Spiritual Health.

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