The Gift of Service

To serve is not to lose, but find,

A nobler way to heal the mind,

To lift the soul from doubt and woe,

And let the seeds of kindness grow.

The hands that offer, give, and share,

Are hands that know the weight of care,

Each gesture small, each word a song,

To right the world where it’s gone wrong.

In service, hearts are bound in light,

A silent pact with love’s true sight,

No need for fame, no need for praise,

Just simple acts that blaze like rays.

For in the quiet, humble act,

There lies the truth that we all lack,

To serve, to care, to walk beside,

Not to be seen, but to provide.

In every need, in every tear,

We find the way that we draw near,

Not through riches, not through gold,

But in the warmth we dare to hold.

To serve another is to see

The beauty in our unity,

To lift the burden from their soul,

And find, through giving, we are whole.

It’s in the stranger’s troubled eyes,

Where silent pain and sorrow lies,

That we may find our purpose true,

By serving them, we serve us too.

The simple act of lifting one,

Can change the path when day is done,

For service calls with quiet grace,

It is the heart’s most sacred place.

And though the world may turn away,

From selfless acts that mark the day,

Those who serve shall always rise,

Their joy reflected in the skies.

To give, to serve, to never cease,

Is to find in others, peace.

The gift you give comes back in kind,

In service, we are intertwined.

So let us serve, not out of need,

But for the love that grows, indeed,

In hearts that give and hands that care,

In every moment, everywhere.