I thought the following appropriate to begin the Advent and Christmas season.
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 eternal hills. Break the tension of my nerves and muscles with the soothing music of the singing streams that live in my memory. Help me to know the restoring power of sleep. Teach me the art of taking minute vacations, of slowing down to look at a flower, to chat with a friend, to pat a dog, or read a few lines of a good book. 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. Wilfred A. Peterson, a poem located on the wall of an entrance into St. Peters Church, Oxford, Mississippi.