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Happy Valentines day 2026
Year number 11 is here as I cradle a card,the embossed letters,faded, empty frames without your faces,smiling ghosts,haunting my thoughts Tied by barbed wire to a post, a single rose wilts, it’s secrets and memories I’ll never share, for people now are too dense to truly grasp love and joy Today in my heart beneath the surface,a funeral dirge and…
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sanctification 1
“And such were some of you: but ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God.” (1 Corinthians 6:11, KJV) To sanctify means to set apart or to make holy.A believer is instantly sanctified in the moment that salvation occurs. First Corinthians 6:11 tells…
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Beauty and pain in religion
Religion builds hedges adorned with beauty, ornate, ceremony and pride and its rules whisper, do or die with millions of hearts bound in fear and the majority are in the churchCaught in a paradox of belief and works, many are held down by the weight of pseudo salvation wrapped in chainsThen, just as with Dismas, the penitent thief, grace walks…
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Dusk and Dawn
In the silent wilderness she dances through thickets, a laugh like a song, and her nails glinting like stars painted stories and a darker mysterious palette of color, vibrant, bold, and truly her personality is shown Her fingers like petals, she touches the snow tracing the need of dreams and reprieves Tonight, beneath the moon’s watch, her spirit takes flight,…
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Sheep Syndrome
Do you need a break? From what? Life! Loneliness and Emptiness in life, heart and mind Texting, messaging, likes, shares, people only showing the “A” side of life rather than the truth. Snap, insta, X, telegram and Facebook etc Where is good ol’ fashioned verbal communication and really seeing people, shaking hands, hugs or coffee, but not at Tim Hortons…
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My son, I love you
To Memory: Memory,you are a delicate thread, a tape-loop of laughter, hands molding clay,sticky ice cream fingers,the way he’d tilt his head,as if trying to catch the light and the sun that danced in his smiles I count the birthdays missed,balloons floating to ceilings,each one a year without his giggles, and there’s silence rather than the echo of his voice…
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Metus impotentiae
In the brightness of midnight,the floorboards creak as silently I hear deliberate whispers beneath my feet; a harbinger of something unseen Internal secrets,breath held tight,the air has a scent, seemingly metallic and bitter,and unspoken fears are gnawing like rats at the edges of the mind What lies in the empty room that people all avoid? A single mirror reflects but…
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windmills and tornados
I watched ,from the shadows of a room, her performance and dance was to die for, to believe: yet it became a feast for wolves dressed in wool Each face a mask painted with smiles,but beneath the surface,the lies like pecan tree roots twisting through the soil of my desire to be loved, simply loved I sat with hope, and…
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the axe and the heart
my heart is growing teeth sharp and jagged, chewing and gnawing at what was once tender and now the bitterness of years gone by is no better than cold coffee the axe head came to my forest and I was oblivious because the handle was wooden, and I never paid attention to the whispers of the trees as I allowed…
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Deserving of…
In the front yard where daisies argue with dandelions her laughter is drawing circles in the air catching the wind’s secrets and each smile creates peace that only the wild knows There’s a tree casting shade, it’s bark a patchwork of stories,cracks and knots whispering tales of storms as the reminder that her life is not just survival,but a dance…
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Daniel, Fasting and poor Franklin
There are many churches today participating in the current fad known as The Daniel Fast. This is a man-made so-called spiritual activity that is supposed to automatically draw you closer to God by eating things that are on a list and not eating things that are not on a list. If you partake of this fast, other benefits mentioned on The Daniel…
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delete, remove, reverse
If you could un-invent something, what would it be? loneliness and emptiness I work and barely survive the day emotionally. I arrive back at the rental, empty, joy less, TV isn’t exciting, I eat, shower, return to my bedroom and close the door there is no one, the very few friends I have are busy with teeming lives and I…
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clutter reduction
Where can you reduce clutter in your life? in the mind and the heart. too many things stored there. too many frustrations about the gossips or one’s who seem to get away with it all too much worry about long dead family members who are not cognizant of my existence any longer allowances for the occasion of consuming the poison…
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reflections of the mirror
In the brittle cold and loneliness of my room,I watch as night settles and the string lights are turned off as their brutal glare is too bright for the shadows hiding in the corners of my mind I’m a wordsmith therefore words never choke in my throat, yet today life seems lost like silence in a tomb; In the mirror,a…
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I hate worms
One worm gets in an apple, not long after the worm dies and never gets to eat the entire applehowever if that apple gets tossed into a barrel with other apples the whole lot will be spoiled all the loss because of one wormthe Bible says gossip is murder character assassination so gossip is wrong and people who gossip are…
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oh the lilacs
the lilacs still cling to the corners of my mind,a ghost of my lovely childhood in my grandmother’s kitchen,where laughter simmered along with blackeyed peas and ham and fresh biscuits I remember her hands kneading dough while the rain tapped like pellets against the window; now their dining room sits with empty chairs,their silence shows in the absence of stories…
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Angel Princess
In the beauty of another day as sunlight meets the dew on the Roses,Rachel appears in one way or another in the lives of those in need She moves with purpose, for she is a warrior clad in Christ and kindness,her heart is open like a book waiting to be read,each gesture a parable,each word a stepping stone In conversations,…
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I am the cup
you’ve never been thereyou’ve never held each memoryI wear my scars like scratches, scuffs, and swirling spoons striking my body ,faded edges, chipped rim you don’t see the way I gather pieces of myself from the floor, as a reminderof the ones who slipped through my hands like tiny grains of sand loneliness is a heavy blanket of unspoken sorrows…
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What’s wrong with me
all I wanted was a family; a tableset for Two to Four where laughter reigned as King, and smiles and hugs were found every dayinstead, silence was birthed: what’s wrong with me? I sift through photographs of my childhood looking at all the faces smiling, yet they are now long gone and only like ghosts of memory I trace the…
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Auto/ life insurance
Grace is God’s all-sufficient provision secured at the cross and written in Blood and alive in His Word, the living Word, Jesus Christ. This contract bears out that as true Christian’s we none ever have to face a crisis wondering if God has made a way. Human nature definitely makes us ask, worry or get anxious and that’s part of…
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webbed dust
dust collects on the edges of memories living room walls grayed with outlines of what was,photographs hang in webbed silence each face frozen in a laugh that no longer resounds Their love as a vase cracked, yet still holding water,the stems of our shared days with petals dry, dead on the floor, they dropped only days after their the curtain…
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Why, How, Reason?
How do you write, why do you write; I was asked, and so with the weight of the room upon me and in a fragile breath I replied: Affective empathy,partial hyper empathy,I taste the salt of sorrow along with the sweet ache of absence,each word a single cord, becoming either a noose or a safety harness Either or both hold…
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The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle 