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A Slow and Steady Pace

The world around him

Always seemed in such a hurry,

While he always kept moving

At such a slow and steady pace.

The kind of man who would always

Stop to show the way.

Who always found the time to smile,

Even when time

Did not dictate the receiving person

Absolutely deserving.

No matter what he did

He always moved at the same pace,

So that he could find time

For even these simple things.

It was because of this pace

At which he moved,

That while those around him only heard

The passing of the water and the days

He Listened,

And took notice of

A crying child amidst the river's rocks.

And it was with this pace he watched,

In silence, as the moon often does,

A rebel angel fall from grace,

On a raven's wing,

In the robes of a priest.

And it was with this pace,

He realized his fate

And accepted it with a calm

Unbefitting the rest of the world.

I ask you now,

How could it possibly be

That despite the frantic, beehive pace of his world,

And his own slow and steady pace,

He was always miles ahead?