Be Still, My Soul

There was a poem written by Orin L. Crane that I versed in my talk on Sunday. It's veen quite inspiring to me!

Slow me down, Lord!
Ease the pounding of my heart by the quieting of my mind.
Steady my hurried pace,
With a vision of the eternal reach of time.
Give me, amidst the confusion 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 to 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.
(In A Third Treasury of the Families, ed. Ralph L. Woods, New York: Macmillan Co., 1970, pp. 427–28.)