Life, too often, is rushed.
No time to waste, no time to relax
No time to even say good morning
" Tick-Tock " says the clock!
Everyone's gotta be somewhere
Rush, rush, rush
Rush to school
Rush back home
Rush to work
Rush to eat
Rush to bed
Rush about thoughts of the future
What will we eat, or what we will wear
Who will we meet
Which college, which game to win or lose
What profession to choose, or which spouse
And during those sleepless nights, on and on and on
As thoughts of the future
Ride rollercoasters on the tracks in our minds
All of a sudden
BANG! knocks the Thief of the Night
And we are afraid, even terrified
Of what is next to come. . .
Pause the story.
What about life in this moment. . .
Take a breath or two
And maybe, just maybe,
You will hear the soft, tender voice of a Friend
Telling you not to worry.