• M. J. Chrisman

"Time" by Caleb Chrisman

Updated: Jan 15, 2019


My apologies, dear Fence Traveler, for missing my blog posting schedule. I am going to blame it on my new puppy, Raylah, who has needed much of my attention since I rescued her. So I guess you could say I'm on puppy paternity leave! All the same, I plan to share some thoughts with you all next Monday, to get back on track with my every-other-week posting schedule.

In the meantime, I have gotten my brother's permission to share his poem with you all.

As you may know, my brother is imprisoned in Kansas. I would dive deeper into the backstory of how he got there, but honestly, it's not my story to share. However, the themes in his poem have kept me up at night ever since I received it in the mail, causing me to ponder Time and our use of it.

Or does Time use us? Or is it just an illusion?

Either way, my challenge to you is to read his thoughts, think about the circumstances he was in while writing it, and then sit in silence and reflect on your own feelings of Time.

"Time" by Caleb Chrisman

Time.

What a fickle thing

It presents itself as reality

Only to fade into a distant memory.

I find myself living for the moment,

But am swept away as if caught

In a current.

I try to free myself with love, peace,

And tranquility,

But Time carries me further, showing

Decay in humanity’s morality,

Filled with injustice, hatred, and bigotry.

I then swim upstream to find the innocence

Of my adolescence,

Only to find an ever-fading essence.

I can stop Time like spring turning

To summer.

My heart grows content in Time’s

Ceaseless river.

The beauty of Time is nothing

Lasts forever

Love is the only timeless adventure.

#Mysticism #Time #Spiritual #Creating #Poetry #Writing

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