Slow days,
Seemed filled with much more time than others,
Yet I taste the imperfection of the hours,
Creeping by and blasting spotlights on my hidden pride,
Showing me the limits of my mind.
May I decrease Lord,
Still my spinning thoughts and realign my expectations,
May you increase,
Keep my eyes on you as I tread the waves,
And walk along allotted paths,
My eyes on you.