Honor of the redemptive variety

I was beaten, left as a shell – a verdict of defeat rendered as I was pushed to my knees in acquiescence to that which vanquished me.

When – I was invigorated.

Beneath my feet was an ethereal rustling and rushing that threatened to crack the crust of my understanding.

There was a realization of shame that engulfed me in a icy grip, which loosened when I strained my eyes to see those… Figures, those souls that had labored, sacrificed and laid a foundation that I had taken for granted on a number of occasions.

I saw those shoulders that strained to hold me and my kin aloft.

Powered by a sense of duty and selflessness that they offered graciously to their sons and daughters if only we are willing and worthy to accept.

It was “honor” that I should have been in pursuit of all along, the edification of those who came before me – my ancestors.

Doing otherwise would be nothing short of sacrilegious.

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    > shunpwrites posted: “I was beaten, left as a shell – a verdict of defeat > rendered as I was pushed to my knees in acquiescence to that which > vanquished me. When – I was invigorated. Beneath my feet was an ethereal > rustling and rushing that threatened to crack the crust of my” >

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About Shun P. Writes

Author, Amateur Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.