Dear God, Could You Slow Me Right Down?

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Life is hurried. God!
I feel it so . . .

Hurried, harried,
like that leaf
tossed and blown by the wind.

Life is hurried, God.
So hurried that
I miss you.

Miss that you’re there,
miss that time with you,
miss your voice,
your presence.
Yet, you are still here.

It’s a hurried time, dear God.
Voices calling,
activities piling up,
responsibilities coming
faster than words.

It’s a hurried time, dear God.
Yet, if I miss you,
do I have real life?

Could you slow me right down,
dear Lord!

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