The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

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  • if I could speak her name

    Sometimes a person is simply beautiful in a way words can’t fully hold.Sure, outwardly she is perfect, yet because of who she is, that makes the difference It’s in the way she smiles, the kind of smile that quietly makes you smile too, without effort, without thinking; raw natural intelligence and creativity in action It’s… Read more

  • Memento Vivre

    She said it softly, like a secret already too late to keep: Memento Mori, and the room seemed to dim around us, as if the walls themselves had heard it before Her fingers closed around mine, not warm, not cold, just certain, like the grip of something inevitable. Memento vivre: She added, almost smiling, and… Read more

  • not in my time,…. only His!

    “A little one shall become a thousand, and a small one a strong nation: I the LORD will hasten it in its time.” (Isaiah 60:22, Webster) How small the beginnings of God’s work often seem….A little one, a remnant, a seed hidden in the soil — all appear insignificant in human eyes. Yet from such… Read more

  • It works

    “Then said he to me, These waters issue out towards the east country, and go down into the desert, and go into the sea: which being brought forth into the sea, the waters shall be healed.” (Ezekiel 47:8)The idea of the River is to bring life to the “desert,” as the Holy Spirit Alone through… Read more

  • 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… Read more

  • Certainty is this

    In the stillness before dawn my morning unfolds as I awaken wondering how many times can mercy rise insistent as the sun Then I remember a promise,carried on the breath of the wind, it’s the Holy Spirit speaking:“Great is Your faithfulness.” I think of the enemy,the creeping doubt,the voice that slithers through the chasms of… Read more

  • 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… Read more

  • she is purely beauty and trust

    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

  • written in red

    “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

  • She brings health and life

    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