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 those I loved
That live in my memory.
Help me to know
The magical restoring power of sleep.
Teach me the art of slowing down to look at a flower;
To chat with an old friend or to make a new one;
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 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
And one day rest there with My God..
"Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless." MOTHER TERESA
"To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides." DAVID VISCOTT, M.D.
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of Heaven blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
And God Said....No
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Flower-strewn pathways All our lives through.
God hath not promised Sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, Peace without pain.
But God hath promised Strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, Light for the way
Grace for the trials, Help from above,
Unfailing sympathy Undying love . . .
And a woman who held a babe in her arms said, speak to us of children. And he said...
"Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of life longing for itself.
They come thru you but not from you.
And tho they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love, but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies, but not their souls.
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For Life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
Let your bending as a bow in the Archer's Hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves the Bow that is stable."