He is not slow
as some understand slowness.
He is slow as glaciers
as sequoias
as humpbacks
slicing through the stuff of
time
like water.
He is slow as promenade
as confidence
as beholding
surveying the universe with
satisfaction
like joy.
He is slow as wildfire
as cyclones
as earthquakes
ripping through an instant with
power
like patience.
I am the one who is slow.
Slow as understanding
as acceptance
as change
questioning His
time and
satisfaction and
power
as if I were not the one standing still.
And when I become so slow that I stop, He strokes my hair and smiles that Precambrian smile and says not to fret, not to worry, not to judge myself too harshly because who could be as slow as He is slow, and He scoops me up, this ball of stubborn slowness, and
carries me.
This post is part of Five-Minute Friday. This week’s prompt is SLOW. If you’d like to join in the fun, click here!
This is beautiful! Thank you for your words and imagery! Hope you have a blessed weekend!
Jennifer, FMF
Incredible!! Praise God for being so patient with us!! 🙂 Deirdre FMF #9
You make some wonderful comparisons with sequoias and humpbacks–majesty and mighty, but slow.
Thank you for your poem. Take care and be slow.
To slow down, take God’s own time,
that would be the stuff of dreams,
but I’m afraid that in the life that’s mine
I’m a hamster on amphetamines,
spinning madly on my wheel,
gulping down my rodent-food
without taking time to feel
really bad or really good.
I want sometimes to step away,
waddle through the sawdust floor,
while away a leisure-day,
and then maybe rest some more,
but onward, onward, I must roll,
for the wheel has claimed my soul.
I like this.