Time is running very fast. People are in a constant rush. We live without realizing the moment we are in now. While we will be able to grasp what is actually happening around us with a slightly calmer life, we are perhaps lost on bends roads.
However, how good it would be for our soul to move forward with the awareness that the moment will not happen again and that the roads will never be passed, and to notice the blooming of the birds while listening to the birds’ voice on the road.
Like Wilferd Arlan Peterson’s poem… What a lot of people needed to slow down…
Slow me down, Lord!
Ease the pounding of my heart
By the quieting of my mind.
Steady my harried pace
With a vision of the eternal reach of time.
Amidst the confusions of my day,
The calmness of the everlasting hills.
Break the tensions of my nerves
With the soothing music
Of the singing streams
That live in my memory.
Help me to know
The magical power of sleep,
Teach me the art
Of taking minute vacations
Of slowing down
To look at a flower;
To chat with an old friend
Or make a new one;
To pat a stray dog;
To watch a spider build a web;
To smile at a child;
Or to read a few lines from a good book.
Remind me each day
That the race is not always to the swift;
That there is more to life
Than increasing its speed.
Let me look upward
Into the branches of the towering oak
And know that it grew great and strong
Because it grew slowly and well.
Slow me down, Lord,
And inspire me to send my roots deep
Into the soil of life’s enduring values
That I may grow toward the stars
Of my greater destiny.
Wilferd A. Peterson.