The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

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  • Eye of the needle…simply written

    Friend, there’s a picture Jesus painted that never fails to stop me in my tracks. He said it’s easier for a camel to walk through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God. Now that’s not “hard”; that’s impossible. You can’t squeeze a camel through a sewing… 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

  • 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

  • easily astray

    I sit on the bed old memories playing like kids at recess yet, they are threadbare and unraveling, past voices and scenes of life weigh heavy as I search for the love they had In my mind, I see clearly my mother’s hands,calloused and soft,cradling the weight of my childhood,her laughter like sweet songs of… Read more