To dust you shall return

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                                                                                   (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?



Comments

  1. Anya11:16 pm

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

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  2. Ganesh Puttu11:22 pm

    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

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  3. S. Susan Deborah12:21 pm

    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.

    ReplyDelete

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