Reflexiones Espirituales
June 5, 2009
Es Mejor Amar
Yo voy por mi camino sembrando solo amor; No hay tiempo para el odio que es monstruo destructor. No más que una vida aquí yo he de vivir. Y debo aprovecharlo: amar es mi sentir. ¿Que gano con odiar? ¿Que gano con herir? El mal que a otros haga también he de sufrir. Mejor es que padezca amando a los demás: Si otro hace la guerra yo debo hacer la paz. El odio es fuerza negra que solo da dolor; odiar no es cosa buena, amar es lo mejor. Bien se que no es muy fácil amar al que hace el mal; debemos, sin embargo, luchar por un ideal. Amar al que me ama es algo natural; amar al que me odia es chispa divinal. Servir al que es mi amigo es intimo deber; servir a mi enemigo, en Dios lo puedo hacer. De todas las victorias ninguna es superior a esta de sembrar no odio sino amor. Por eso, aunque me cueste, yo debo proseguir amando como cristo, en mi fugaz vivir.
Adolfo Robledo
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