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Reflection’s eloquence

The eloquence of sorrow – saturates like rain – those tears that stain – implements that maim. The admirable fortitude indefatigably so – when we are low we know that sorrow cannot be tamed.

Passing on the present

A distaste for the present is often mirrored by the flippant disrespect that we show to the lessons painted on the pastel of history.

This morning I sat on the edge of the bed and prattled off a laundry list of wants – Topping the list was: ■ $67.2 million dollars ■ A domicile in a tropical location I exhaled deeply and looked towards the ceiling. Making sure to direct my entreaties to the Almighty for acceptance, after aContinue reading “The spirit told me…”

Straight up or watered down?

There are those who prefer their truth to be diluted. While… On the other side of the spectrum lies those who want their truth in its unadulterated state, straight no chaser – as being drunk on wisdom is an intoxicant like no other.

Searching for the “Why”.

I took a long walk in hopes of clearing the cobwebs and escaping the fog of uncertainty that has enveloped me as of late. When I walk, I walk earnestly, searching for God’s face. I’ve felt adrift as of late and found myself wondering… I sat here and wondered – Why? “Why am I here”Continue reading “Searching for the “Why”.”

No, history isn’t a pretty face.

History is a bad word, because history is ugly. Preferring to sanitize or ignore it, is tantamount to self-hatred. But. Sadly we express dismay when we repeat our misteps. If only history were beautiful and serene… Strangely enough, if we were to procure the lessons to be had from history, that in itself would beContinue reading “No, history isn’t a pretty face.”

Echoes of silence

Arid plains reek of desolation as winds of life waft an acrid stench of heartbroken failure tinged with insignificance, encumbered by cognizance of opportunities lost – those words, actions cut like swords that imprison like a Bastille. Someone said – I’m having a horrible life… No retort for staying the course – as the silenceContinue reading “Echoes of silence”