2026
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But Gehazi, the servant of Elisha the man of God, said, Behold, my master hath spared Naaman this Syrian, in not receiving at his hands that which he brought: but, as the LORD liveth, I will run after him, and take somewhat of him. So Gehazi followed after Naaman. And when Naaman saw him running… Read more
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A punishment in the form of slow agonizing transition from the world of the living to the world of the Dead. The criminal was tied tightly, hand to hand, foot to foot, and mouth to mouthto the corpse. Death didn’t come from a single strike. Instead, the prisoner died from the septic shock and gangrene… Read more
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The seriousness of gossip and slander within Christian life is a real, and yes it’s a sin and many times wilfully done to feed the persons need to belong or the need to feel important.My message argues, with heavy reliance on Scripture, that sins of the tongue, such as gossip, backbiting, and slander, are spiritually… Read more
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Then she let them down by a cord through the window: for her house was upon the town-wall, and she dwelt upon the wall. And she said to them, Depart to the mountain, lest the pursuers meet you; and hide yourselves there three days, until the pursuers have returned: and afterward ye may go your… Read more
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La douleur, comme un vent froid,se glisse entre les murs de ma pensée,frappant la chair des souvenirs,les échos d’un rire perdu,un monde où la lumière ne s’épanouit plus Les émotions, ces ombres,s’accrochent à mes pas,comme des racines tordues,s’enfonçant dans le sol,me tirant vers un abîme Le cœur, ce prisonnier,battant sans but,tandis que les jours se… Read more
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I.In the hollow of your laughterthe walls trembled with a warmth that now shivers in the absence,each echo a splinter,each silence a weight I am unable to offsetII.You both were my compasses, the nurturing hands, the love, the life, the lighthouse in each storms. now with each breath only the sounds of ghosts whispering of… Read more
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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… Read more
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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,… Read more
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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… Read more
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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… Read more
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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… Read more
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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… Read more
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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… Read more
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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… Read more
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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… Read more
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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… Read more
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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… Read more
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In the corner of a sun drenched window a tiny seedling grows, its green hypocotyl curling toward the light I noticed this was a rare creation birthed from whispered promises, and to the quietdevotion of hands that watered,loved, and spoke life into the soil She is not merely a flower ,but a beacon of resilience,… Read more
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She stands in the dim light of morning her laughter weaving through the fog that is now evaporating ,nails polished to a “T”, they catch the glint of the sun ,sharp like a Diamondback poised,ready to strike Her eyes could cut through titanium, or could cradle you like a mother with her new babe; yet… Read more
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“In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace;” (Ephesians 1:7, KJV) In the true light of a stained glass morning,I kneel on a cold stone floor, each fissure a story of grace, for what is this grace,if not a wholly healing balm for the… Read more
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In the newness of each dawn before winter ,Laura Rose steps into the dew drops of her earth Between Glastonbury and Butleigh There her hands are as a compass guiding through bramble and fern where wild greens are collected along with their secrets A palette of emerald dreams gathered with reverence and love; berries, flowers,… Read more
The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle 