when God sees we are about to catch him up.
His face is covered by a thoughtful frown…
till he bestows with love the poisoned cup.

For speed is alien to the human soul
we have to live as slowly as hearts beat.
If rushing on we may miss our life’s goal.
Running down some long and rain-filled street.

Step by step across the dangerous flood
On stones placed there by patient long gone men.
With care,perception guides us to the good
but haste leads often to a tiger’s den.

Beware impulsive speeding in your mind
For out of this come many acts unkind