The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

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  • it’s important, not blah blah blah!

    “And also upon the servants and upon the handmaids in those days will I pour out my spirit. And I will show wonders in the heavens and on the earth, blood, and fire, and pillars of smoke. The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and terrible day… Read more

  • stage the urn

    The clock ticks,,each second a reminderof the charade,the performance that has grown too heavy,too worn Outside, the world around acts happy and joyful with family and home, while I stand numbed by the absurdityof my own existence,my polished and painted on grin cracking,revealing shadows beneath, as ,an urgent whisper: says “Stop,just stop.” It’s time to… Read more

  • starting at the end going to the beginning

    no rhyme, nor reason – just sharing differently today. I decided to share thoughts as they came in reference to the scripture listed that I heard at a breakfast meeting this morning…. from these few verses ( 3 to 9 of II Peter chapter 3) and adding Romans 1 “Because that, when they knew God,… Read more

  • Red Dead Redemption, GTA, Wolves and Sheep

    March 7 2026 I was asked my opinion on a preacher playing games watching poor choice movies and why the church isn’t growing. This is my response… well, at least a few words, as I had several hundred more. The pulpit is not for men who refuse to be corrected by Scripture and conscience in… Read more

  • Tired 7 6 5 4

    Life drags my body moves because it knows nothing else to do, yet breathing hurts like a fracture that never mends.The nights stretch, each one longer, the stars nothing but cold eyes watching What was once warmth is only dust now, slipping through my fingers as the mirror does not lie, a hollow face, pale… Read more

  • Why, How, Who

    I was asked today how do I write, how long have I written, and why. It’s a gift, a blessing, a curse, a tool to look deep within and view the core. Hyper Empathy, affective empathy, discernment,etc, they each play a role. Writing isn’t just an act for me; it’s a release, a necessity. Every… Read more

  • It is a sin, not often viewed

    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

  • anyone out there?

    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

  • Weeping? for?

    Today, I weep,then sleep,then weep againlike that lost sock from the laundry as I sit alone; the weight of the world sits deep within my emotions I reach for the remote yet the TV screen feels like a cruel joke, laughter without warmth,voices from other lives, all pretend I try to hold on,but the walls… Read more

  • 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… Read more

  • 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… Read more

  • 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?… Read more

  • 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… Read more