Have I failed my ancestral legacy? Have I broken the chain of continuity that extends us into forever? Was the weight too great that love entered not in? Has trust eroded in me that I was blinded from my purpose as a provider, father, elder, teacher and foundation of faith for the next generation?
Oh what seeds have passed from me in pleasure but to the adding of no sons, no daughters; I, a nobleman, with no kingdom.
Who shall I pass these rich treasures of wisdom to; my nephews and graphed in son? My graphed in brothers, and their sons and daughters? Who will lay hands of the torch of my truth and embed it into their legacy?
I will not burden my spirit with this endless pain, but shall move forward in the Truth of El Shaddai. Desire to plant good faith in humanity; a guide that points one to YHWH’s light of life; which is Yahshua, our Lord.
Yet in my quiet times I wonder, what words would I express to my sons.
Would I caution him of his ebony rich skin; that strikes fear in some men and an unexplainable hate in others? Shall I remind him of his greatness and not to follow the beliefs of those who feel he is less in this society? Shall I tell him of respect and the honor of respectability towards others? Would I caution him of racist and be mindful of not becoming racist himself? To choose his friends wisely and know when to walk away from devils and temptation.
Importantly, would I ask him one simple truth; to impress upon his mind, ‘How does he define himself? Can He walk in that defined self?’ Can he stand alone, unchanged by societies dominating influences?
Will I teach him of love and the silent strength it provides? Yes, I’ll tell him that masculinity is not toxic, but is a design of Yahweh, and serves his purpose with delight; the same for daughters and their femininity.
Shall I speak to him of enjoying the journey of life; knowing that the finish line is the Kingdom of Heaven. The Salvation of Yahshua, the power within us through the Holy Spirit (Ruach Ha-Kodesh) is the foundation in which we breathe.
Would I grab him by his warrior shoulders, pulling him close, blessing him with a kiss on the head or neck? Helping him to understand that true love is the substance of life and Yah; even honor amongst men, not defiled in fleshy desires.
Oh if I had a son would he know these things? Would I smile at his achievements and know his worth?
Sophocles
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