The Word that Shakes

So hungry to speak a word to you

That bright, like burning flame at night,

Shakes the soul’s foundations,

Removes the falsities, the misconceptions -
That rebuilds your heart upon pillars of verity.

By Samantha Lindholm

Written June 26, 2012

I Wanna Be the Good Soil

A sermon in a song... yes... amen!

Back to Life

39 women walked from the Western hemisphere's largest abortion clinic in Houston, TX to the Courthouse in Dallas, TX, each woman representing one of the 39 years that abortion has been legal in the United States. Many of the women were post-abortive or survivors of abortion. They prayed for the ending of abortion on their entire journey. When they arrived at the Dallas Courthouse in downtown Dallas, they met with thousands of other women who came to attend a prayer meeting called the Esthercall. On Good Friday, April 6th (also my birthday!), we took communion before the same courthouse where abortion was legalized in the United States, and we asked God to end abortion in this nation.

Carve Out a River

Carve out a river in me

That the dry canyons of my soul might drink.

The cracked ground and crumbling rocks

Are crying out for a water that lives on and on forever.

Let the dips of my soul become brooks that flow.

Let the ditches be canals aplenty to make a garden grow.

Carve out a river in me,

Etched in the barrenness of my heartland.

Let the quiet, dead valleys of dirt and sand

Become an Eden again.

Come rushing in.

By Samantha Lindholm

Written May 30, 2012

Vagabond

“Vagabond.”

The world does not know how transient it goes.

Passing through am I.

My foot is here today,

Tomorrow ‘twill fly.

By Samantha Lindholm

Written May 30, 2012

Sings My Soul

I deduced that hearty sighs were not enough to lift the grief of sin.
So, ceasing from sighs and wearing my lackluster grin,
I turned my face to the grand, old facade
Poking out of the earth like the spire of a steeple.
I shook my mind and self and thought, "What's with these people?"
Women and purses and cars and kids.
I hear the click of their high-heels on the hot parking lot.

Soul creeping forward, crawling with a tail between my legs,
Slinking over to the awning where the door burst open and a greeting.
They slipped a card of paper in my hand, patted me on the shoulder,
Told me where my rear should land.
The pews like planks on a ship were laid out all within and all without.
To settle and perch with uncertainty, I wilted there on the farthest end.
I shielded myself from faces that would see me alone with no friend.

But when the music played, my heart cracked open.
The bleeding would not stop.
And light illumined all my frame, my eyes -
I could see past weights of sin and sighs.
There was a tree shaped like a T, a man with arms outstretched.
His heart beat there like a red fire and His love did mine inspire.

To die there, to live again,
My deepest places poured out their guile
And wave upon wave rushed in, rushed in -
A river began welling up within.
To sing! My heart, to sing!
The end of the world and of death and of pain!
He came with His love and my heart He claimed.

Blinking, tear-rimmed eyes gawked at the sight of the fading vision.
When gone all that remained were women and purses and children
Who sang rhythmic hymns with noses in hymnals.
And all faded. The preacher stood.
But by then, I knew it all and understood that my salvation was sure and good.
I saw a face turn and wink and smile
And was then beside myself again for quite a while.

"And sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee: how great Thou art,
How great Thou art."

Copyright Samantha Lindholm, May 29, 2012
Experiment with rhyme, rhythm, and story telling in a poem. 

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Sorry if the picture is confusing. It's just there so that I could make this a video. It's an unfinished drawing.

Summer Again

Today smells like swimming pools and lip balm and lemonade.

Today smells like a suntan lotion parade and sounds like

The swirling of that artificial ocean we call the water park.

Today tastes like Razzmatazz smoothies and the

Beaches of Florida. The umbrellas are planted,

Slanting this way and that way in the burning sand.

Well, it’s not really sand – cement, yes.

After all, this is our red, Oklahoman land.

But today still smells like the tang of lemons and limes,

Oranges, and coconut shavings.

Today feels like the kiss of sunlight on all-too-pale skin.

Today is the rush of the wind through stringy, wet hair.

Today we shed our American care and breathe humid air.

Today, it is summer again.

By Samantha Lindholm

Written May 29, 2012

Written in anticipation of the summer season! O how many memories summer brings of the months of my childhood summers spent living, like a mermaid, at the local swimming pool.