soliloquies – Page 26 – Shun P. Writes… dot com

Facing grace

Trip, stumble, fall languishing through it all but – I call on your beneficent omnipotence. Lord… I am not unlike a flower – desirous of the rays – that irradiation of your grace. Searching dutifully for your face. Copyright © 2016 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved

Thoughts during the U.S Capitol shooting

Yesterday, I toured the Capitol with several family members from out of town. Despite my being a stone’s throw away from it the history that I often find myself awash in never gets boring. However, I could not have predicted how the day would unfold. Standing in the center of the Capitol dome. Instead ofContinue reading “Thoughts during the U.S Capitol shooting”

The recipe of our lessons

The greatest lessons procured are out of the ashes of humility. I am thankful for situations conceived in the confines of pain and disaffection that become instructive – as it is our trials and tribulations that peel away the proverbial layers of the onion. My recalcitrance has been worn away by the corrosive properties ofContinue reading “The recipe of our lessons”

The pangs of ugly

Indescribable likened to failure. Impossibilities abound as reality harkens all things to all people knowing but denying that all ugliness of this world endeavors to obfuscate the light. Never enunciating or laying claim to the spirit of abdication declaring “The whole world is against you, why bother?” while piercing screams echo with forceful reminders ThatContinue reading “The pangs of ugly”

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”