So many times I hear the caustic words of my childhood echoing through my ambivalent adult mind, and quiver as another tempest of wrong thought erupts into a spiral of cataclysmic destruction.
I am a prisoner to my father’s words and deed,
because I am; his child, his reflection.
My only crime is to remind him of himself,
in a tiny mirror image; his child, his reflection.
He sought to punish himself for the demons rampant in his life;
his child, his reflection.
But instead, he lashed out in words that never go away;
his child, his reflection.
Breaking my heart and the tiny cords of trust;
his child, his reflection.
But reaching out again and hoping I am;
his child, his reflection.
A child’s eyes of powder blue;
his child, his reflection.
Have seen the worst that you can do;
his child, his reflection.
So tiny, so forgiving and yet so fragile;
his child, his reflection.
If you only knew the years you stole from me;
his child, his reflection.
But today, in spite of what you did,
I am… His child, His reflection.
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Everyone of us has a fulfilling gift and a purpose for our existence – everyone, no exceptions – installed in us by our Creator when we were born. We were purposefully made to fit into our lives. You are you – intentionally. And buried deep inside you, is a love song. A song so unique that only you can sing it. All you have to do is find it. It really is there.
The story of seventeen year old Jonathan Antoine is just another one of Papa God’s surprises. Listen to what he found when he went looking for his purpose.
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The Legend of Ataneq Nanuq coming soon!
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Yak back to Jack