A Soul's Existence

Death erases forever

The future of a soul.

It steals the chance to experience

The beauty of a sunset;

It is a thief of love 

And bearer of grief

Where loneliness remains unfulfilled

And dreams stay forgotten;

It obliterates

The existence of a soul. 

Or does it?

Is the future ever fully erased

By means undefined?

Or can a soul live on

Either in joy or in pain 

Immortalized by choice

And formed by experience.

To choose, by definition,

Is to decide between

Alternatives. Is life, mere reality,

Honestly more poignant

Than the soul's eternal

Existence?

Life is a gift,

It should be cherished,

Not snuffed out

Emboldened, 

Not diminished.

Death may erase forever

The physical future

A soul may have. But

It cannot take away

The eternality of its existence.

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Broken Tears

Tears trail down my cheeks, 

The pain almost seems too hard. 

How can I go on?

What is left but to give up?

Energy is all drained from me,

My body is limp on the floor.

God, what am I to do?

"I gave you strength

When you couldn't go on. 

I kept you safe,

Even in your wayward path.

I brought you back;

In faith, you stay. 

I will never leave you;

I do not fail.

Daughter, be still

My love for you remains 

You're safe in my arms.

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Review: Dear Mr. Knightly by Katherine Reay

So I decided to read this book my sister loaned me, and I was pleasantly surprised. I had decided to take a break from romance novels of late because I felt like all of the stories were alike. Yet Ms. Reay approached this story in a way that I have never read. Written from first person point of view, the character, Sam Moore, is a foster grad student who is given a scholarship to go to graduate school for journalism. However, a condition for the scholarship is that she must write letters to the foundation president who granted the scholarship and update him on her schooIing. Almost the whole book is written in letter format.  This story shows how raw pain can affect one's life and how we all have walls, though in different thicknesses, around our hearts that have to come down in order for us to really love one another. 

Sam Moore is challenged to really notice people, to become involved in others lives. 

This made me think. How do I give of my life to others. Do I have the courage to show my real self behind my walls when I didn't have the terrible childhood that these had. What excuses or fears to I hide behind?

Finally, I also appreciate how Ms. Reay expsoses the different struggles that foster kids go through, their fears, their needs. How if feels to go from home to home, wondering if this is the place where you'll finally find a home. Since I do not know what this is like, I found the insight eye opening.

All in all I give this book four stars.

Until next time, 

Lucie Inspired

 

Her Heart Bleeds

With valor--her heart bleeds red,

Saturating the brown and green

Fibers if the uniform.

With vigilance--her soul is dyed blue, 

Upholding justice, truth and honesty

    when opposed.

With purity--her spirit shines white 

Offering open arms and opportunities

    To anyone.

Stained by cowardance, neglect, deceit:

She decays to naught 

But thin threads faded 

And tossed dejectedly in the wind. 

Freedom and life is no longer her banner.

Her motto--From many to one-- 

Has been replaced.

Pumps slow to a cathartic pace

Slowly letting life leak from her veins,

Silently she calls for resurgence,

Of what she once stood for,

Of what she once was.

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