The Quill of Samantha Grace Newcastle

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  • A Worm helped me to see

    May 2025 This morning, I set out for a quiet walk along the track near my home. The air was mild for the season, and several others were already out, enjoying the unexpected warmth. I parked near the tennis courts, stepped through the gate, and began walking, using the time to talk with the Lord… Read more

  • Metus impotentiae

    In the brightness of midnight,the floorboards creak as silently I hear deliberate whispers beneath my feet; a harbinger of something unseen Internal secrets,breath held tight,the air has a scent, seemingly metallic and bitter,and unspoken fears are gnawing like rats at the edges of the mind What lies in the empty room that people all avoid?… Read more

  • written in red

    “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