Slow Me Down Lord

This week, the men came to repaint the road markings in our Close. because the “Slow” signs, and the warning triangles on the speed-bumps had almost worn away.

As I watched them working, I remembered this poem by Wilfred A. Peterson – I am by nature an active, busy woman – and sometimes I need to stop, and say clearly and loudly to myself “Slow Down Ang!”

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.
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 sighing streams
That live in my memory.

Help me to know
The magical restoring 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 to 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 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 great destiny.

Slow me down, Lord!