Driving Slow
A warm November day returning from Roanoke
Turning onto Craig Creek Road to ‘drive’
I love the race car feeling speeding on this back road
Just after entering the twisting mountainous road
I come on Sunday driver enjoying the fall colors
Thirty five miles per hour; I’m feeling trapped; antsy
Double yellow line the entire way, I snuggle up close
Hoping to get them to pull over and let me by
A long straightaway looks clear, double yellow line says no
Whipping into the other lane… then I lay off the gas
My thoughts are ‘why am I rushing’, ‘where am I going’?
Shifting back to second, I let the car ahead move slowly on
I breathe, and relax; there must be a reason for this
So I open my eyes to look around; then I begin to see
The sun sinking low in the evening sky, casting long shadows
The trees vivid with late fall colors, golden sun’s hues
The fields corn stalks reflect back glimmering light
Appearing to look like a field of sparkling diamonds
Even the rocks cast shadows that whisper to my heart
Feeling God’s presence everywhere, I fall into worship
Awe and thanksgiving swells in my heart as I watch
The dance of nature, the sun, and my soul
Tears well up as I am mesmerized by awareness
The presence of God embraces me with love
All the way to my door, a 30 minute time of worship
Overwhelming appreciation of the gift of driving slow
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2014
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