I implored – knees incumbent to the floor. God sent you for me to adore. Nothing tendered but, aspirations – those profusive dedications at the altar – of you. My vocation of adoration. 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…”
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.
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”.”
