Slow

Slowly, slowly quiet yourself.
Find the stillness to notice Him there.
A methodical movement
Tip toe of a saunter
An emptying of worries to His care.

Let us be slow to judge
And slow to decide.
Slow to arrive in anger,
Slow in our every stride.

A slow and steady outpouring
To a life measured by grace.
An unending peace no matter the years,
A humble and marveling pace.

Slow notices the intimate details
Of sparrows feet on freshly fallen snow.
It’s in the delicacy of a new friendship,
Slow to listen, slow to grow.

Slow is the progression
Of the artist taking their time.
Allowing the present creation
To reach a place of sweet sublime.

Slow are the mornings we savor,
The sweetness of the dawn.
Sipping, reflecting in the early morning light
A moment near that has not yet gone.

Slow we must do with intention
With a heart that is willing to wait.
A less chosen speed
In our immediate world,
Giving space for our Maker
To make something great.

So let’s slow ourselves down
And take a deep breath.
Meditate on His word to be true.
And perhaps what may begin to surface
Is a pace we never thought we needed
But one we always knew.