We go at full speed from dawn to late at night.
Hurry up! or you'll get behind, you'll lose the fight!
We ignore the sweet pleasures along life's' way.
Hurry up our conversations so we can have OUR say!
We don't see the flowers blooming, the beginning of Spring.
Hurry up! Don't listen to the rejoicing birds' sing.
We rush to get here and there; work and compete.
Hurry up! all day long, wondering why we can't sleep.
"Oh, slow down, my child," Sweet Jesus will say.
"Don't hurry up. Come to Me, sit at My Feet today!"
Jane Ellen Slone ©