All round is haste,
confusion, noise.
For power and wealth men stretch the day
From dawn till dusk.
But quietly I go my way.
For
glitter, show, to taunt the crowd,
Desire-tossed in wild dismay,
Men sell their souls.
But quietly I go my way.
The
green of all the fields is mine;
The stars, the night, the wind at play,
A peaceful heart, while quietly
I go my way.
Max Ehrmann
1872-1945
Quiet
Moments With God
