Go Slowly

There's more to life than building speed.
The blessings come to those
who tend the garden's common chores
and watch the flowers grow.

We're too much "Hurry up!" and "Fast!",
sad captives of the crush
of deadlines which dictate the pace
of never yielding rush.

Much can be said for those who take
the time to feel life's flow,
who see, not blurs, but silver tears
roll off a fragrant rose.

Where is the virtue or the joy
for those whose every hour
is calculated to increase
their love affair with power?

I'm out of step with those who run
to grab the golden ring.
I'd rather finish distant last
and hear a sparrow sing.