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Time is of the
essence,
My children,
and you will not want
to waste a single moment of it.
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But when you really
do not have any to spare,
continue to feed on the wing,
and hasten slowly
lest rash rapid rushing
leads headlong to a crash –
and then, when times of special
strain are past,
take care to tend your soul again.
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Since the onslaught has been so intense,
So too is your need to rest
and immerse yourself in
Me. |
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The day will come when I measure grace back to you
in long precious stretches of
uninterrupted time |
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I am not like the planners of this world –
who easily forget the past and misread the future.
With Me, the past, present and future flow
as one continual river,
so that what I do today
impacts
on some more distant event downstream,
even as the things that come your way today
have their roots entwined in the far distant past.
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Time is of the essence,
but I am calling you
now to sit and be.
Let Me be the chronometer
that keeps the time
and the metronome
that strikes the balance
in your
days. |
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