Hold Out My Heart

I can’t hold back.

I must love them all,

Must love them deeply without reservation.

They know if I’m hiding behind self-preservation,

And pseudo-love cannot save a nation.

I can’t hold back.

I must hold out my heart,

Even if it swells with so much love

It nearly falls apart.

By Samantha Lindholm

Written July 15, 2012

Door of My Heart

A heart with ends twisted in all directions -

Friends and faces in all sorts of places.

Door of my heart, swing wide

To encompass yet again

That broad, Navajo sky.

Door of my heart, swing wide

Like outstretched arms

And wrap the Diné up inside.

By Samantha Lindholm

Written on July 15, 2012

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