Prayer

A SHORT PRAYER

 (Smell the flowers)

In the morning I will arise

to the sound of a discordant alarm,

hurriedly dress and eat

and join the rat race of life.

In my efforts to survive

and acquire the materialism needed

to compete in today's world

I will not notice where I tread

until I reach my goal,

An empty goal, when reached,

quickly replaced

with an even bigger goal,

leaving me

on the never ending treadmill of life.

Please, every so often

let me get off the treadmill

Stop

and "Smell the flowers"

Let me know their beauty

let me feel the wind on my face

Let my mind be still.

Open my eyes and let me see

the uniqueness of this world

and the things we never see

in our rush to nowhere.

Let me contemplate how right things could be

if we could all stop to "Smell the flowers"

(c) Mavis O'Sullivan