Slow me down, Lord.
Ease the pounding of my heart, by the quieting of my mind.
Steady my hurried pace, with a vision of the eternal reach of time.
Give me, amid the confusion of the day, the calmness of the everlasting hills.
Break the tensions of my nerves and muscles, with the soothing music of the
singing streams, that live in my memory.
Teach me the art of taking minute vacations-
Of slowing down to look at a flower,
To chat with a friend, to pat a dog,
To smile at a child, to read a few lines from a good book.
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 my greater destiny.
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 to the towering oak, and know that it grew great and strong,
Because it grew slowly and well.
-Tim Hansel, When I Relax I Feel Guilty-
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