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The Pleasure of Serving, All Nature Has the Purpose to Serve
Is this poem a wake up call? Or a call to action? Maybe an answer for us in this moment of uncertainty, when we don’t know what will be the new normal.
A poem by Gabriela Mistral.
Original in Portuguese included below, just keep reading…
All nature is at service. It has a service to be done.
The cloud, The wind, The rain.
Where there is a tree to plant, plant it yourself;
Where there is an error to correct, correct it yourself;
Where there is a job and everyone shies away, accept it yourself.
Be who removes the stone from the path,
The hatred between the hearts and the difficulties of the problem.
There is the joy of being pure and of be fair;
but there, above all, the wonderful, the immense joy of serving.
How sad the world would be, if everything was done,
if there was no rose to plant or a work to start!
Don’t just call it easy jobs.
It is much more beautiful to do what others refuse.
But do not fall into the error that there is only merit
in great jobs;
there are small services that are good services:
adorn a table, set up your books, comb a child.
That is…
