Polis - The city of Scout

A Moment with God

Are 18. The city spews rivers of lava as the volcano machines.
Traffic fills the streets, alleys, avenues, highways, squares, crosses.
The atmosphere heats up. Fever of frenzy took all of them.
All are in a hurry, but without being able to go ahead in the queue. The city is locked.
All are agitated, s'innervosiscono. Called. Play. Choke, locked in the cage of their machines.
The smartest, or the most arrogant, pushing forward, slipping between the machines without any scruples.
Instead some goodish take it calmly, seem to be laughing at the stupidity of men !

Lord , here I am in the midst of this inhuman traffic!
I like them, tired, nervous, but mostly in a hurry because there are ten minutes to my meeting.
As usual I started thinking of making it too late. But now I'm stuck in this river paralyzed!
At least if those who stand before me gave you a move!
Quell'anziano not dare push on the accelerator,
the woman who hesitates to shoot,
that guy who claims, by dint of pushing and shoving, to take my place!
No, my dear! You shall not pass!

Me too is attacking the nerves.
Among eight minutes I should be there: all I expect.
I see the hand of the clock running and I'm stuck.
Anger rises. I am tense as ever.

All of a sudden, a window opens in front of me. It 's a miracle.
At full throttle, the hole m'infilo free.
The only handicap is the Panda, which is before me: you do not want unnailing.
And vai! And on! Do not see the traffic light is about to turn red? Stronger!
There's nothing to do, does not want to accelerate.
The rider in front of me does not know that I have a big date. He does not know that I can not be late!
But he quietly goes with yellow.
And I remain stuck at a red light in front.
Here I was, stupid. Here I was, for a minute doing nothing.

My friend, calm down a bit and calmed. Just run like a madman towards who knows what!
I was the one to sixty seconds to steal these can be passed along to you.
A minute to thank God for the day you spent.
A Moment with God for your next meeting and offer them the people you meet.
A Moment with God to pray for people who are crossing the street:
a young man who goes whistling on skates;
those who walk in love amid the chaos, closed up in their happy island;
the elderly lady with a cane to get started for the first last: maybe I go to spend the evening with his loneliness Girls!
And all the others, hurried, the efficient, dynamic, workforce, all too often ... away from me!

Thank you Lord for making me have to enjoy your gentle presence for a minute before a red traffic light.

Father of Stephen ' Abbey Sant'Antimo