Walk Slowly

Slow down Father Time was my plea.  He answered, “There is a time for everything.” I replied, “But time is moving too quickly.” He listened not.  The long awaited moment had come.  It was pomp and circumstance at its very best.  Father dressed in tuxedo and daughter in brilliant white gown.  Double doors flung open with great energy and anticipation as trumpet played, signaling the grand entrance and the changing of a great many things. My thought at that instant—she looks like an angel. Walking side-by-side down church aisle lined with hydrangeas, my wife standing in the distance watching, my next thought arrived—walk slowly, walk slowly, hold her hand closely, and walk slowly, cherishing these few precious but fleeting steps.  Oh Solomon, you wise teacher, you were painfully right when you wrote so long ago, that time stands still for no one.  There is a time for everything and a season for ever activity under the sun. Make the most of the precious time you have.