Ease the pounding of my heart by the quieting of my mind.

Steady my harried pace
with a vision of the eternal reach of time.

Give me, amidst the confusions of my day, the calmness of the everlasting hills.

Break the tensions of my nerves
with the soothing music of the singing streams that live in my memory.

Help me to know
the magical restoring power of sleep.

Teach me the art
of taking minute vacations, of slowing down to look at a flower,
to chat with an old friend or make a new one, to pat a stray dog,
to watch a spider build a web;
to smile at a child,
or read a few lines from a good book.

Remind me each day
that the race is not always to the swift, that there is more to life
than increasing its’ speed.

Let me look upward
into the branches of the towering oak and know that it grew great and strong because it grew slowly and well.

Slow me down, Lord,
and inspire me to send my roots deep into the soil of life’s enduring values that I may grow toward the stars
of my greater destiny.

~Wilfert A. Peterson