Busy
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Object:
"How have you been?"
"Busy!"
"What did you do over the weekend?"
"I kept busy!"
"How do you like retirement?"
"I'm busy as ever!"
What would we Americans do, Leon, if we did not have the word "busy" in our vocabulary to use? One wonders if this word is not the most overworked expression in our language? How true would the following description be of many of us?
Lord, we're a busy people.
We're too busy to hear the birds' songs.
We're too busy to see the flowers blooming.
We're too busy to observe the brilliant sunrise.
We're too busy to notice the glimmer in a child's eyes.
We're too busy to sense the wish of our children to play with us.
We're too busy to enjoy the companionship of our spouses.
We're too busy to have any sensitivity for the exhaustion of those close to us.
We're too busy to realize that our boss is really a human being.
We're too busy to discern the loneliness of our aging parents.
We're too busy to assist our needy neighbors.
We're too busy to correspond with friends.
We're too busy to read inspiring literature.
We're too busy to meditate.
We're too busy to hear your still, small voice, Lord.
We're too busy to die.
We're too busy to live.
What is happening to us, Leon?
"Busy!"
"What did you do over the weekend?"
"I kept busy!"
"How do you like retirement?"
"I'm busy as ever!"
What would we Americans do, Leon, if we did not have the word "busy" in our vocabulary to use? One wonders if this word is not the most overworked expression in our language? How true would the following description be of many of us?
Lord, we're a busy people.
We're too busy to hear the birds' songs.
We're too busy to see the flowers blooming.
We're too busy to observe the brilliant sunrise.
We're too busy to notice the glimmer in a child's eyes.
We're too busy to sense the wish of our children to play with us.
We're too busy to enjoy the companionship of our spouses.
We're too busy to have any sensitivity for the exhaustion of those close to us.
We're too busy to realize that our boss is really a human being.
We're too busy to discern the loneliness of our aging parents.
We're too busy to assist our needy neighbors.
We're too busy to correspond with friends.
We're too busy to read inspiring literature.
We're too busy to meditate.
We're too busy to hear your still, small voice, Lord.
We're too busy to die.
We're too busy to live.
What is happening to us, Leon?

