To dust you shall return
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?
yes .. patience is the key.. but its a fast world...
ReplyDeleteWe 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
ReplyDeleteGo slow . . . be thankful . . . and stop by to appreciate the things you've been blessed with -- I agree and do just that.
ReplyDeleteJoy 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.