The Turtle Won

Slow and steady flows the day,
the seasons now at hand
where owls hoot before break
of dawn and crows crowd skies.

Slow and steady passes day,
that some, so busy, miss pleas
of elderly loved ones frozen
in time waiting, waiting, waiting.

Slow and steady a babe wails
for milk or change or warm embrace;
as mama’s cell phone chatters
like scolding chipmunk in a tree.

Slow and steady is the broken heart
who longs for commitment now gone,
washed away in the storm of difference;
yet hopeful one day to be cherished.

Slow and steady the grieving heart,
as loved one has departed this busy
world; where geese fly south and leaves
tumble to earth returning to dirt.

Slow and steady?

My feet have been set upon the Rock,
the miry clay has washed away;
slow and steady, yes! Also, truly
established and steadily growing.

He also brought me up out of a horrible pit, Out of the miry clay, And set my feet upon a rock, And established my steps.

Psalm 40:2

We were designed to go at a slower pace, to ponder, to process thoughts one at a time, to focus on the face in front of us with tender care. And when we try to go at computer-speed, we miss out on what’s important in life.

Glynnis Whitwer

In the iconic parable, Aesop tells of a race between a fast but often-distracted hare and a slow but relentless tortoise. Readers are supposed to be surprised when the tortoise manages to defeat the hare, coining the phrase “slow and steady wins the race.”

Sciencedaily.com

P. Wolf linking with slowness at: https://earthweal.com/2021/08/30/earthweal-weekly-challenge-slowness/