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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?
