Those Baptismal ruminations 

In the seconds prior to taking this picture in the Frederick, Maryland historic district, a cornucopia of thoughts ran through my mind. Those metaphors of baptism. The fear of swimming in – the uncertainty of our steps. Our desire to be cleansed of what would defile us and sweep us away in the proverbial currentContinue reading “Those Baptismal ruminations “

Ruminations on: Ancestors + Family = Power 

I see myself in my family – and I am made powerful.

Dear Momma – Happy Mother’s Day

Momma, The loftiest weight that I’ve born is to be worthy of the mantle. Of being your son. As I stand humbly, cloaked in the realization that I am you. Knowing that I am truly unworthy of what you have given me. Life – this air I breath. And if I fail as a writerContinue reading “Dear Momma – Happy Mother’s Day”

The choice: Duty bound or derelict?

Legacy is an operative word and one that is apt to be glossed over. Why? We choose to be blind to the reality of our own mortality – choosing to live life at a leisurely pace instead of being governed by a pressing sense of urgency which would inform us to treat it as theContinue reading “The choice: Duty bound or derelict?”

Entreaties to the Almighty

Read my heart – traverse the confines extrapolate its intricacies and – lay them at my feet. I long for conquest – as these burdens have rendered me mute and extracted the last measure of power. Strangely enough – truth is always that entity that we run from bemoaning its absence. Standing dumbfounded as itContinue reading “Entreaties to the Almighty”

Having grace

That focus on the Most High callously drowns those encumbrances of faith in the wake of grace. Copyright © 2016 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved