Walk Slowly Beside the Road

As others rush past
And do not hurry to catch up.
At last you will. At last.
Count on the miracle
To be what makes the difference
And do not hurry to fix what remains.
At last all will make sense.
Pray before moving. Listen.
Notice the tree limbs swaying
And the way the sun plays off the hills.
And when you are done praying
Move strong and fling yourself
Even where you cannot see to grasp
The hands to hold you up.
At last you will. At last.

~ Jeff Reed