Ease the pounding of my heart by the quieting of my mind.
Steady my hurried pace with a vision of the eternal reach of times.
Give me amidst the confusion of my day, the calmness of the everlasting hills.
Break the tension of my nerves and muscles with the soothing music of the singing springs that live in my memory.
Teach me the art of taking "minute vacations", of slowing down to look at a flower, to chat with a friend, to pat a dog, to read a few lines from a good book.
Remind me each day of the fable of the hare and the tortoise that I may know that the race is not only to the swift.
There is more to life than increasing the speed.
Oaks grow slowly.
Slow me down, Lord.
Inspire me to send my roots to the deep soil of life's enduring values that I may grow toward the stars of my great destiny.
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