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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
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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
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“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
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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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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… 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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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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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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my dance is not over just on pause daily my gravity pulls my world from beneath my feet as my heart races to catch a ghost,a shadow of someone I used to be: POTS my new internal roommate My bedroom tilts and twists on its axis, furniture shifts, the familiar becomes a mountain much like… Read more
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I want to be known,not just seen, I desire to peel away the layers that guard my heart I want to be wanted,to gather love like fallen leaves, holding it in my hands or falling into it with a smile I stand,with arms crossed tight,deflecting warmth like a shield,fearing the truth of love from anyone… Read more
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In the busyness of a winter morning where the breath of pregnancy hangs in the air; two souls plus one find their selves whisked away to Winnipeg Then, as life outside pauses, awaiting the moment that bends time,the door swings open,and in rushes Thea,a bundle of light, the newest addition for Adison and Janina They… Read more
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Because Jesus thought so much of you,to place you in my way,I found redemption, and as I sit with my butter pecan coffee each sip reminds me that grace drives a wheelchair Tears and prayers of my parents stored by God, we’re released When you speak,the world of Satan trembles, and my heart and soul… Read more
The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle 