Be Still- a poem

WHY do we always hurry so,

To finish out the day?

Are we fearful that we might

Run out of things to say?

AS every day that comes along,

There will be something new.

For life never remains the same

As it comes into view.

SLOW down and breath for just a bit.

Be still and take a stand.

For joy comes in various ways,

Even when unplanned.

Retm