This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
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My Father wasn’t a warrior in a typical sense. But he was a fighter to me. When a good man takes a stand even if it’s just for a second the world stands still. The tide shifts, the bedrock shakes and a new day full of blue skies and opportunity begins. When more people feel empowered to do what’s right. Not what’s convenient, not what’s easy, not what’s acceptable but what’s morally right… We will see a world where wisdom is valued.
Gray hair matters not. The silver strands leave salt and pepper across a head that once touted black and brown youth. Nevertheless, wisdom is not determined by age. It is found in the knowledge that someone gained through trial and tribulation released by the hand of God. But the outer appearance does little to determine the insight of the individual. Much like wrinkles, gray hair adds character to the physic of the person but does little for the soul if no lessons are learned from the life lived.
Love always, Esha
