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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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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 sat and watched you draw your last breath, Dear Mother -A fragile whisper lost in a fading glow, 5 months and 7 days later with daddy’s hand in mine, I faced his death, in silent anguish, in tears and screams of anger. my heart laid bare by your deaths, now in woe that is… Read more
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The seriousness of gossip and slander within Christian life is a real, and yes it’s a sin and many times wilfully done to feed the persons need to belong or the need to feel important.My message argues, with heavy reliance on Scripture, that sins of the tongue, such as gossip, backbiting, and slander, are spiritually… 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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I watched ,from the shadows of a room, her performance and dance was to die for, to believe: yet it became a feast for wolves dressed in wool Each face a mask painted with smiles,but beneath the surface,the lies like pecan tree roots twisting through the soil of my desire to be loved, simply loved… Read more
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my heart is growing teeth sharp and jagged, chewing and gnawing at what was once tender and now the bitterness of years gone by is no better than cold coffee the axe head came to my forest and I was oblivious because the handle was wooden, and I never paid attention to the whispers of… Read more
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In the brittle cold and loneliness of my room,I watch as night settles and the string lights are turned off as their brutal glare is too bright for the shadows hiding in the corners of my mind I’m a wordsmith therefore words never choke in my throat, yet today life seems lost like silence in… Read more
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One worm gets in an apple, not long after the worm dies and never gets to eat the entire applehowever if that apple gets tossed into a barrel with other apples the whole lot will be spoiled all the loss because of one wormthe Bible says gossip is murder character assassination so gossip is wrong… Read more
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what am I, why do I hold love with nowhere to go In a landscape stripped bare,roots claw at the earth; Here, it grows,seeking truth in the silence, a prayer,for love with nowhere to go, my wandering spirit in a desert of desolation hungry for the rain,for a promise forgotten, fragments of joy hover,like moths… Read more
The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle 