Bloodguilt

What eyes to see have we

If fifty-million beating hearts have stopped

While we sat by and watched?

Dear American brother, American sister:

I tremble for our country when I reflect that God is just;

That His justice cannot sleep forever.

By Samantha Lindholm

March 30, 2012

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To the 50 million and counting brothers and sisters we have lost to abortion, God hears every cry.

"I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just;

that His justice cannot sleep forever."

-Thomas Jefferson

I Will Not Let My Heart Grow Dim

I will not let my heart grow dim with discouragement.

The light that sinks like a sunrise in reverse,

Encompassing all in the ennui of a blackened moon.

I will arise. I will get up soon.

I will not let my heart grow dim with discouragement.

The fierce puffing of breath that comes with a warrior’s stride.

He waves his sword and fights the tide of his foes.

I will emerge from shadows and woes.

By Samantha Lindholm
March 20, 2012

I Belong to My Father

I wear the wind on my fingers like rings,

I wear the stars on my head for a crown.

I twirl in a dress of the springtime flowers

That stipple the meadows.

Little girl that I am, I belong to my Father.

By Samantha Lindholm

March 14, 2012

Holy & Clean

The ability of the Holy to make me holy;

The power of the Righteous to make me clean.

My soul is like a leathery leaf in autumn time,

Wavering in the winds of variables that ever-inhibit the finite.

But there is a gracious might that fills my frame –

He upholds me with the breath of His lungs and

A whisper of His name.

The ability of the Holy to make me holy;

The power of the Righteous to make me clean.

By Samantha Lindholm

March 11, 2012

Green

That feeling creeps up and rolls in the pit of your stomach.

It is the queasy green of uncertainty.

But all of them-

Their hair is perfect and they never miss a beat.

You stand there staring at their perfect feet.

The city lights are green.

The dark night glistens in emerald shades.

You wait for some young man – handsome –

To look your way.

But all of them –

Their teeth are glossy; pearly against shimmering lips.

Their dresses prim and figures thin.

Comparing; sizing yourself up against the size

Of some supermodel’s perfect sides.

That feeling’s lurking in the pit of your stomach.

It is the quavering green of envy.

Jailbreak!

Grab your soul and run!

Envy is a poison that kills and no one

Has ever been an exception.

Father, I need a magnificent obsession.

I have to be fascinated with Your Son,

Because the green is glittering in the corner of my eye and I –

Must know a love that satisfies.

By Samantha Lindholm

March 9, 2012

The Reservation

The song-swept desert rolls and tumbles in the wind,

Whipping like a headful of sandy hair.

The dust alights, then takes to the air.

The orange-red hills and their magnificent faces

Are ancient friends filling ancient spaces

And I am but a stranger, romanced

By the crimson peaks that two-hundred thousand

Navajo souls have always seen.

By Samantha Lindholm

Written March 4, 2012