Downpours – A prayer for Friday

I cloaked myself

in the majesty –

that were the

faux robes

of haughtiness –

losing my way.

 

Calling out

shouts as whispers

tears as fears

joy forsaken

redemption tendered

with humility rendered

as a salve –

that healed

the broken places.

 

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About Shun P. Writes

Writer, poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger, recovering corporate animal 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 only get in the way.