When I walk I see.
I take time to look
Walking is foreign in the days of streets.
My eyes are open when I walk. My head is high, my feet before me.
The story of connection to the God of peace binds my feet as I walk.
I carry peace with me.
Peace is whole and complete and generous.
When I walk, I bring peace.
The hurried pace of streets leaves me wanting. It leaves a faint discontent.
When I walk, I connect.
There is an invitation to relationship in walking. There is an engagement with others unlike myself.
I walked today instead of drove.
Life, good and peace met my steps and gave and spread life.
It is good.