What's the Rush?

There’s no rush, relax, take a deep breath
Gaze around you at the beauty of the earth
The clouds that drift in yonder sky
Are in no hurry to pass by
The gentle slope of weathered hills
Staid, unruffled, calm and still
Beckon; oh have you ever strayed
Into their haven for one sweet day?

Slow down; can you hear the whisper?
Of the roses, the daises, their silent laughter
Did God create all of this beauty?
For us to ignore as we heed Sir Duty
I say, nay, for what’s the use
Of life marched solemnly in duties shoes
Come; lay down your weapons of life for a while
Play hooky beneath fair heavens smile

Slow down, take a breath, relax, and close your eyes
Open them now…do you see the sun-rise
Or the shadows that dance in a soft serenade
With laughing sun-beams that twinkle and fade
Do you hear the breeze, a splendid sigh?
As through the trees it passes by
Do you hear God, within the hush?
As you slow down, take a deep breath, oh, what’s the rush?

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Janet Martin

This is the day which the Lord has made.
We will rejoice and be glad in it. Ps.118:24