The Pleasure of Serving - Gabriela Mistral
All of nature is a yearning for service:
The cloud serves, and the wind,
and the furrow.
Where there is a tree to plant, you be the one.
Where there is a mistake
to undo, let it be you.
You be the one to remove the rock from the field,
The hate from human
hearts,
And the difficulties from the problem.
And the difficulties from the problem.
There is joy in being wise and just,
But above all there is the
beautiful,
The immense happiness of serving.
The immense happiness of serving.
How sad the world would be if all was already done.
If there was no
rosebush to plant,
No enterprise to undertake.
No enterprise to undertake.
Do not limit yourself to easy tasks.
It's so beautiful to do what others
dodge.
But don't fall prey to the error that only
Great tasks done can be
counted as accomplishments.
There are small acts of service that are good ones:
Decoratively setting a table,
Putting some books in order,
Combing a little girl's hair.
That one over there is the one that criticizes,
This other one is the one that destroys.
You be the one that serves.
There are small acts of service that are good ones:
Decoratively setting a table,
Putting some books in order,
Combing a little girl's hair.
That one over there is the one that criticizes,
This other one is the one that destroys.
You be the one that serves.
Serving is not a labor just for inferior beings.
God, who gives fruit
and light, serves.
His name could be rendered thus: He Who Serves.
His name could be rendered thus: He Who Serves.
And he has his eyes on our hands,
And he asks us at the close of
day:
"Did you render service today? To whom?
To a tree, to your friend, to your mother?"
About the Author: Gabriela Mistral received the 1945 Nobel Prize for Literature. This poem is from the collection Tala recited on the occasion of the 100th anniversary of José Martí’s birth, in January 1953.
"Did you render service today? To whom?
To a tree, to your friend, to your mother?"
About the Author: Gabriela Mistral received the 1945 Nobel Prize for Literature. This poem is from the collection Tala recited on the occasion of the 100th anniversary of José Martí’s birth, in January 1953.
