My heart races with the exuberance and vigor of a gazelle. The thoughts race through my mind and I try to catch the single importance of every topic. Will my mind sleep? Ideas of masterful importance trod upon my enthusiasm and zeal. Are these the emotions felt my the idea-makers of the past, or are they gifts of direction sent upon my by the Maker?
My heart races blood through my veins and my lungs react as if by command. My breath shortens and I fight the urge to open my eyes. Should I try to control this experience or will I miss an opportunity to develop my senses if I sleep?
The words fall into my mind and I examine them with interpretation. Is this the beginning of a work of art… an idea… or are these the remnants of an exuberant experience? Time is of all importance. I capture this excitement and put my writing skills to work.
God works in ways that our minds cannot realize. The gifts He gives us are innumerable. Each man has an appointed measure… as in faith. If I exercise my gifts, they will become more useful to others as well as to myself. The hour is late and my focus is upon the reality of this moment. He speaks to me in these, the quiet times… the times of little distraction.
If I could hold this fury and expound it at my pleasure, perhaps the rewards would be far less than imaginable… so I relish these passing moments and put to use, this lack of control I have over my mind.
The gift I have been given is of great importance to my soul. It reacts with vigilance and promise. If it is cleansing to my torment, then all is accomplished with the proper inspiration under this pen. It is useful, proper, personal and agreeable to my sanity.
As my mind slows and my heart rests… I know this energy is dwindling. I relish this time, and realize that this personal correspondence has come to an end. I long for the spark that will release the next inferno onto my consciousness.
Shannon R Killman
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