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We sit with ourselves more often than we admit, in the quiet spaces between moments, where memory drifts in unannounced, soft as light, heavy as stone. We think of years gone by, of faces that once filled our days, of laughter that echoed longer than we realized, and of losses that carved their names into… Read more
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“Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace to the hearers. And grieve not the holy Spirit of God, whereby ye are sealed to the day of redemption. Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamor, and evil-speaking,… 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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Listen closely.. this needs to be said no matter how many times you hear the stories…. listen again! Every day I walk among people who are carrying deep wounds of trauma that has not been seen, not been heard, not been given room to heal. And while I show up, so many of those who should… Read more
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I don’t recall Jesus Christ ever telling anyone, not even Judas; that He couldn’t visit because of a picture on the wall, the color of their walls or maybe because they had friends who weren’t Christian….or that He couldn’t visit or heal them or pray for them due to the negativity of their attitude(pains of… Read more
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Life ends, and you are here, on the mortician’s table, a quiet witness to the journey’s close, not lonely, not cold Rather, a sanctuary of care, where the breaths of the living hush into reverence; We gather, a unity of hands, young and old, each fingertip a thread of warmth, each heartbeat a whisper As… Read more
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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
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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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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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I do not fear any door closing, nor the weight of absence that settles over empty fields as sunflowers bow alive in stillness and silence For over 10 years I have courted chaos, and her friend loss took my hand, as to steal me away then Death saw me and smiled for he is an… Read more
The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle 