The blocks rumbled and tumbled down,
crumbling further till pebbles abound,
half of me shut the door to life,
when you stabbed me with your knife.
I understand life’s little worries,
when you think you’re in a flurry,
right now a storm has bitten your soul,
but it will pass, then you’ll be whole.
I took part in your unrest,
without a thought of future’s test,
behind we look and stagger forward,
but gaining ground does not look backward.
I wish you well my little one,
for in God’s hands all is won,
He has your heart and soul I pray,
that back to us you’ll be some day.
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My Book Review for Broken by Ivy Logan
Broken by Ivy Logan
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I liked how the story depicts individual real life occurrences, happenings, and events so very well. The main character, Caitlin, receives a prophesy at the beginning of her life. It isn’t something she wants to have happen, so she tries to prevent it. But in so doing, she causes it to happen. I think we have all come across something like this in our lives. We can’t always prevent or know something is going to happen as a result of our actions, and we can’t foresee the outcomes. In the end, if we come to the knowledge that we caused something bad to happen or that we were responsible in some way for how someone turned out, we need to learn to forgive ourselves. That’s part of what the story of this book teaches.
The author did a great job of conveying character emotions. I felt as though I was in the story myself and feeling what the characters were feeling. The evil king irritated me because of how nasty he was, but at the same time, one had to feel kind of sorry for him given his background. It left me wondering how he would have turned out had his adoptive mother lived.
Well done, Ivy Logan!
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Knowledge and Knowing
Knowing something doesn’t mean you have the knowledge. Seek to understand first.
Books
Nature Speaks by L. M. Montes
Bells chime from afar,
the melody floats,
sitting upon clouds
embarking on a
journey, waving as
they saunter by me.
A cricket plays its
violin so sweet
as sun’s beams sink low,
waving goodbye until
tomorrow, yawning
as Mr. Moon glows.
Seagulls bob and weave,
waves stretch smooth fingers
along wet sand to kiss
my toes in loving
kindness, linger
for a bit then go.
Morning Brew
I always enjoy a great cup of coffee in the morning. Here where I am in the USA, it is early morning. I am sitting in the quiet of my house enjoying something coffee and wishing I could share it with you. So here is the next best thing. (See picture below):
Have a GREAT day🤗🥰😁
Petals by L. M. Montes
Dainty petals arch as wind pokes
touches of love breezing by,
scent bursts forth in laughter
enlightening sweetness upon
the senses erupting in the soul.
Hearts and Minds
Our hearts feed our minds whether it’s in a negative or positive way.
But our minds don’t always feed what our heart wants.
Story Trees
The beauty of a tree is intricate. There are so many parts, yet they are all part of one trunk. Everything comes together to make up the whole. We see the individual parts, but we also see the one.
Stories work much the same way. There is one main story, but within it are ‘branches’ or ‘offshoots’ of smaller stories that, when you put them all together, make up the main story. The end result is one story with many parts within it. They all connect. With a tree if you take a part of it and replant it, it grows into another tree. The same applies to a story. If you take a part of the story, you can create another story.
Seclusion and Thoughts
Being alone provokes a thought or two or three. But crowded places give
birth to rapid fire thinking that calls or seclusion.
