I sat in the corner and surveyed the room, bearing witness to it erupting with an energy that alternated between equal parts adoration and torrential bursts of laughter, the smile that stretched across my face could have served as its own heat source. It was obvious that the people in this room had an affinityContinue reading “An epiphany on being wealthy”
Category Archives: faith
The keys to the path
Embarking on a path of sympathy without fortifying ourselves with empathy, is tantamount to having the key to the bottom lock while forgetting the key to the top. And… Expressing dismay – that you’re still out in the cold because the door has the audacity not to budge. Copyright © 2015 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved
The realization of…
When we don’t have power in an arena of our own lives – it is only natural that we cannibalize from other venues in order to feed ourselves. Survival of the fittest? However – It is incumbent that we understand – that giving back more than what we take; is the key to empowerment. AContinue reading “The realization of…”
The spirit told me…
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”.”
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”
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