A poem(?) inspired by John Mark Comer’s sermon series & book, The Ruthless Elimination of Hurry.
We never begin
We never rest
We never sit,
Ponder the sky
Understand the trees.
Because time is precious,
Too precious to invest in
What stands through the years,
What is valuable
At the end of our existence.
We invest in momentary satisfaction,
What gives us worth
For a moment.
The truth is,
The elimination
Takes the most time,
To settle,
To break from the hurry,
The motion,
The noise.
Yet the first part of the process
Of the elimination
Is most necessary.
Soon,
In a week
In a year,
After a month of up & downs,
Soon the smallest trace of hurry
Will taste sour in your mouth
Will shake your bones
And you will say
“Never again.”
Soon.
Today, you begin.
You begin by
Sleeping ten minutes longer.
Tomorrow, you begin again.
And this time
You’ll read ten minutes later.
And the next day,
You will find
Time in the day to walk.
But today,
As many times as is necessary,
You begin again and again.
This is why
They call it ruthless.
There can be no mercy
For the hurry that takes from life,
That robs love,
That stunts creativity.
For it has no mercy on you.
So today,
Walk, don’t run,
And begin the elimination
One steady step at a time.