.: words :.

I must write...

I am given to write...

I have a gift... and that gift must be used.

Words...

Words pour forth from my heart and from my head...

And I must write them.

Such words are like fire within my bones...

I am compelled to pour them out through pen onto paper.

Ideas...

I have ideas that cry out to be captured.

They are fleeting...

I do not honestly know if I can contain them.

My heart speaks to me at the most inconvenient of times...

In the silence, too, such ideas come to me.

Thoughts...

Ponderings that have shifted and have brought new life and light into my soul.

Thoughts that give my identity...

Or better yet, speak to that which has been confirmed within me time and time again.

Thoughts that form precise phrases within me... and I am suddenly caught up in a dream.

Thoughts that carry melodies...

Thoughts that sing rich songs within my heart.

If I fail to capture such thoughts, they will surely carry themselves off to other people who will give them greater care and concern.

That is at the heart of my identity as a writer - to be truly remembered.

But I do not create such things within myself...

No, rather, I allow for such to flow out of me...

And I am caught up in the beauty of capturing them as they present themselves.

Thoughts of grandeur... thoughts of romance...

Words of hope... words of frustration...

Ideas of adventure... ideas of rich joy.

And I am the vehicle through which they choose to travel.

I did not ask of the Father for such... He has rather prepared me for this!

He created me... He crafted me...

He designed and designated me for such.

And these words... these words carry me beyond the place that I so often find myself.

These words are a means of escape... they transport me to places that I long for.

They are words of realities yet to be found, though always searched for.

I am a man caught up in "creation"... by the hand of my Father.

I, too, have been made a creator.

So many have been given so much to dream of and create.

My own creations come through words.