beauty
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She dreams of movement, of turning without measure, of a body answering the quiet pull of joy. She imagines her feet learning the language of air. She wants the moment when effort becomes grace. She wants to spin until thought loosens its grip. She wants freedom not as an idea, but as a living breath. In her dreaming,… Read more
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The Apostle Paul teaches that when Christ was crucified, our old nature, our sinful self that once served sin, was also crucified with Him…. This truth reaches far beyond symbolic meaning; it speaks of a spiritual reality in which the believer’s former life is put to death through union with Christ.Before salvation, humanity lived under… Read more
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God created us to live in fellowship, to love and help one another. Yet human strength is fleeting, and true security cannot rest in people alone. Jesus Christ stands as our eternal refuge; steadfast, sufficient, and faithful through every moment. Even so, we are not meant to walk alone. People still need people, for God… Read more
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“And they sing the song of Moses the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb, saying, Great and marvelous are thy works, Lord God Almighty; just and true are thy ways, thou King of saints.” (Revelation 15:3, Webster) This is the song given to us in Deuteronomy 32:1–43; it is recorded that Moses… 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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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 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
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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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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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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
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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
The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle 