Slow me down, Lord!
	Ease the pounding of my heart
	By the quieting of my mind.
	Steady my harried pace
	With a vision of the eternal reach of time.
	Give me,
	Amidst the confusions 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 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.
	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.

			Wilferd A. Peterson.