Three years ago my dad moved on to his "Next Adventure," as he called it. Today I was cleaning out files and I found this prayer / poem. The paper is yellowed now, but it is just as he had typed it and handed it to me when I was 11 years old. He must've known I still needed it.
Nancy and Charlie Connor
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 reach of time.
Give me, amidst the confusion of the day, the calmness of the everlasting hills.
Break the tensions of my nerves and muscles with the soothing music of the sighing streams that live in my memory.
Help me to know the magical, 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, to read a few lines from 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.
--Wilferd A. Peterson