"Slow me down, Lord!
ease the pounding of my heart
by the quieting of my mind.
Steady my hurried pace
with the vision of the eternal reach of time.
Give me, amidst the confusion 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, restoring 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."
3 comentarios:
Stop horsing around, please.
Querida Ana,
bellísima oración.. De esas que se oyen en algunas películas y que nos suenan tan bien cuando nuestro corazón tiene sus aguas tan tranquilas como un lago, pero cuando gronda la tormenta nos parecen ininteligibles.
¿Has intentado traducirla?
Querido Fede,
No, aún no lo hice pero lo tengo pendiente porque quiero que los amigos que pasan por este blog lo entiendan. Es un poema que recorté del "USA Today" hace muchos años, lo guardé en un libro y de pronto lo encontré. Me hizo tanto bien que no pude resistir la tentación de "postear" el original. Es de Orin L. Crain.
Un abrazo y gracias por tu comentario.
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