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”
While running from myself…
Originally posted on Shun P.'s interactions with Mother Nature:
My walk – this journey. Has been perilous at times, had I known that danger lurked at every turn perhaps I would have been inclined to conduct myself differently. Sulfur Bank trail in Hawaii. I’ve learned that life is consistently inconsistent. ? And until I realized…
How to be – An epiphany
Don’t stand by the wayside – watching from afar. Ugly is merely the opposite of beauty, as ugly is the absence of grace. When we are enveloped by it, often we stand awestruck, dumbfounded while indignation rises in our chest. Hatred, invective, ignorance and intolerance has a resiliency that grants it a sort of immortality.Continue reading “How to be – An epiphany”
Taking the call
When the Almighty calls don’t dodge the summons. Running – like Jonah. As cowardice offers solace. The storm ensues – the tempest rages and the pages won’t turn – swallowed whole by the enormity of the burdens – too big for our comprehension but proven simple against the dimension of God.Continue reading “Taking the call”
Being worthy – These shoulders I stand on
“… I owe the shoulders …”
What sentence are you serving?
Judge, Jury, Warden and Executioner.
The heavy
One of heaviest burdens known to man. Is the act of putting down our egos to free ourselves to pick up the bounty that is grace. Copyright © 2016 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved
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