Pastor Seth – Poems and Musings


I cannot see a thing. I hate the darkness now!

I do not understand! To live in darkness? How?

I hear voices around, rich songs of joy and glee.

But I just sing a dirge. The lyrics? “Woe is me.”


The days, though dark, warm up. I hear complaints of heat,

The buzzing of some bees, and tramping of some feet.

But I am stuck inside, hating lonely darkness.

No light, no reasons why. Darkness. Blackness. Starkness.


What does the corn not see? It’s in the dark he grows!

In safety from the bugs, his thick husk is God’s clothes!

In coolness from the heat, from seed to ripening,

Inside the husk? Your needs! Growth! Seeds! Love’s desiring!

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