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 march of time. 
						Give me, amid the confusion of the day, 
						the calmness of the everlasting hills.
						
						 Break the tensions of my nerves and muscles
						with the soothing music of the singing streams
						that live in my memory. 
						Help me to know the magical, restoring power of sleep.
						
						
						T
 each 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.
						
						 ore each day of the fable of the hare and the 
						tortoise,
						that I May know 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.