Being of Service

When any of us come to a place of asking for help, it is usually when we have reached a limit. Realizing that we cannot do it alone.

 

There is a surrender that occurs in admitting we cannot manage alone.

 

We are not separate; we are all connected.

 

When people come to a place of asking, it is our duty to be of service.

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If one of us is suffering, We all suffer...

If someone is in need...We are all in need....

If someone is starving for food or Love...We all starve.....

 

The litmus test  of Life is Love, Peace and Joy...

 

Be a Missionary of Love...

Be a Missionary for Peace...

Be a Missionary for Joy...

 

The thought for the day is a repeat, but I feel it needs repeating...enjoy....

 

Here is the thought for the day;

                                   The Mirror of Me

 In a dream I looked into a pool and what I saw was me,

But in a gentler version of what we really see.

 

I was then shown, this pool really does reflect,

Every one I chance to meet, in all things that exist.

 

As I go about my day, do I see the piece of me,

that lives in everyone I meet, in every bird and tree?

 

It’s hard some days to see myself in beggar and in thief,

In Gossip and in Poverty as I pass it on the street.

 

Compassion is the key, how would it be if it was me?

Would I hope to get a smile from everyone I see?

 

Or would I like them to scorn and scold me for my mistake,

and pass me as so many did, leaving judgment in their wake?

 

Since I am a piece of God, and walk the Beauty way,

I must help myself up off the street and give encouragement away.

 

To give a smile.. … You can do It… I can understand,

I can help…what can I do…give a helping hand.

 

For in the ripples of the pool the reflection is You I see.

It’s hard to tell but I now know that you’re a part of me.

 

God has a Great Reflecting Pool, and as he looks Within,

In His Great Wisdom sees me inside of Him.

 

He treats me gently like a child, no matter what mistakes I make,

And all He asks in return is that I might do the same.

 

Marianne Goldweber copyright 2005

 

Namaste,
Marianne Goldweber