Time Took a Walk.

This is a poem I wrote in response to my reading from the book of Romans yesterday. Hope you enjoy.


Time took a walk, a walk straight into the past, past the memories of fun and joy, past
 the memories that hurt and destroy. Time took a walk.

Time took a walk, it's feet made lines of chalk, the lines are the paths we chose to walk, and right behind us time stalks. Time took a walk.

Time took a walk, with his lips he said stop, because the path I chose to walk was not lined with chalk. That is why time took a walk.

Time took a walk so he could tell me to stop, to stop on that path not lined with chalk, the path was lined by fire that led to my sinful desire. That is why time took a walk.

Time took a walk, when he said to stop time took my hand and led me to a glorious man. Time took me on a walk.

Time took me on a walk, and showed me a man who would destroy the fire of my sinful desire. I knew that man would halt my distress and show me righteousness. I knew now why time took a walk.

Time took a walk, because time was the man, time was the man because time was in his hand. Just as time took my hand so too did the man, he took my hand and showed me the beauty of his fathers land.

Time took a walk, and I walk with him.

People peer in the window of my soul!

Having someone there. Having a community around you. For some writers solitude works. But for me its the onsets of insanity. Being around others is the way of energizing myself and it translates into my writing I can see that the more I try to just be alone and write the less I actually can. I've found for me that friendship and community and just being around people helps my writing tremendously. It helps the words flow, I can open my mind to places that I couldn't do alone. I can watch, I can notice, and it helps my creative gears start turning. conversation, facial expressions, they can go straight into my writing or into the memory bank of future ideas. Also having people there to help encourage you to see your work to bounce ideas off 'Cough" Will. It helps a lot, you can speak aloud your plot, your ideas and it can make them easier to mold and fit in your story. Also you can get opinions and idea's that otherwise you wouldn't have on your own. My journey of writing so far has been a different one then I expected. I expected the challenges of character depth, of plot mix ups or verbal mishaps but I never suspected the personal things it would put on my heart. Writing opens up a part of your soul that sometimes never sees the light of day. Writing can reveal who the writer really is and for me that has been a very fearful task. Who would want everyone who has ever read your work to be able to see your true self. /raises hand. Not me.... but as a aspiring writer I've seen its part of the process. In order to understand how you can write you have to understand whats on you heart and what is inside. People can help you find that. Friends, family, community, they are all relationships that show us who we are. Relationship is a basic human need, and also relationships shape us into who we are. and by understanding our relationships we can truly understand ourselves. Write with an open soul and print the words of your heart because if you do nothing can hold you back.