My mom (who died when I was 9) had a poem in her bathroom that I used to read when I was little. I haven't thought about that poem for years, but its familiar lines have been running through my head this week.
Like most of you, I recognize that school is about to start and with it comes all of the obligations a new year brings. I have added a new child to those obligations and find myself at this time of year always asking myself what my ministry focus is going to be too. All of this has left me a bit overwhelmed and thus the Lord has pulled the words of this poem out of the cobwebs of my memory and laid it before me.
I pray it brings you encouragement as it has me.
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.
Give me,
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.
2 comments:
Oh I needed to see that poem today thank you!
Today I am catching up on your blog and am reading your poem and realizing that while listening to the radio this morning on the way to get my hair cut, they quoted several lines from this same poem! You think God is trying to tell me something? With teething twins and a 3 year old, what is slow? So I asked the Lord to help me take more time to sit on the floor and play ball than to sit at my crafting table creating. That's how your poem has inspired me today, and thank you so much for putting it on your blog...
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