You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you
back.
Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you
rushed through.
Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls
slow and free.
Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well
of color
That fostered the brightness of day.
Draw alongside the silence
of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
John
O'Donohue
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