Often,
when these thoughts
compete,
sprint off
into the hundred
meter dash
faster ever faster
feet a blur in its movement…
often
this is when I know
I must slow this
wearied pace.
Often
my heart,
a drum beat
chugging endlessly
at
one hundred and twenty
a rhythm that I
cannot catch
a train that has
pulled itself
mightily
from the station
departure has come and gone…
often
when I am standing
at the terminal
in full view of
the departing
in my horizon,
I know it’s time
to slow the pace
again.
Speak to me
Great heavenly Host
Father,
the Son
and the Holy Ghost,
Though I dread
the stilling of my heart
Often when I don’t
when I ignore
am blinded by these
feeble chores
how quickly time departs
from me and all that I
hold dear
derailed by the passing
strain
the stress
the rain of my expecting
heart…
Yet often,
more than I care to count
you still my heart
you sit me down
and speak within me
a silent stirring
that calls me to this
deeper devotion
far surpassing all of
my schedules and calendars
and things to do…
Still
my heart
once again
dear Lord…
for often I will too
soon forget.
Pastor's Ponderings 
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