Wednesday, February 13, 2013

To dust you shall return

                                                                                   (image courtesy Google Images)



On Ash Wednesday evening the morning sermon remains with me as I begin this post, actually one line of the sermon struck me hard and kept me thinking.

The highlight of the sermon was “slow down; in life we go so fast that we miss the most important things”.

I wonder when I have last paused to admire or appreciate all the graces that I have been blessed with. Every day is a miracle and waking up from sleep is probably the biggest of them all is it not? We go to sleep with the belief that we will wake up to a new day and once we sleep we completely cede control, few people never wake up. But since we wake up every day we take it for granted.

We rush each day to meet deadlines, finish targets, complete reports, rush with our food, rush on the road in short life is a race and we never stop running. We find that when we reach the finish line, somebody has moved it further ahead and so we start running again and running faster for we fear that some one will overtake us.

Is there a real need for speed? What do we gain by passing through life in a blur? Have we not been taught that slow and steady wins the race?

In the end if it is to dust that we return should we not slow down and appreciate the world around us in the journey of life?



3 comments:

Anya said...

yes .. patience is the key.. but its a fast world...

Ganesh Puttu said...

We are a short lived species with a small span of intelligent years between infancy and senility...if you dont make use of that with haste...you just end up drooling- before or after it

Susan Deborah said...

Go slow . . . be thankful . . . and stop by to appreciate the things you've been blessed with -- I agree and do just that.

Joy always,
Susan

A poem that will fit the momentum of this post:

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever
watched
kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to
the
rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a

butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the
fading
night?

You better slow down.

Don't
dance so
fast.

Time is short.

The music
won't
last.

Do you run through each day

On
the
fly?

When you ask How are you?

Do you hear
the
reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie
in your
bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through
your head?

You'd better
slow down

Don't dance so
fast.

Time is
short.

The music won't
last.

Ever told your
child,

We'll do it
tomorrow?

And in your
haste,

Not see
his

sorrow?

Ever lost
touch,

Let a good
friendship die

Cause you
never had time

To call
and say,'Hi'

You'd
better slow down.

Don't dance
so fast.

Time
is short.

The music won't
last.

When you run
so fast to get somewhere

You
miss half the fun of getting
there.

When you worry and hurry
through your
day,

It is like an unopened
gift...

Thrown
away.

Life is not a
race.

Do take it
slower

Hear the
music

Before the song is
over.