Pastor Seth – Poems and Musings


CERTAINTY, “thee” idol, at that altar you bow?

And CONTROL, its brother, its “safety” you avow?

When CERTAINTY takes flight, ANXIETY rises!

When CONTROL vanishes, WORRY agonizes!


This is a fallen world. Reality is hard.

Things break and fall apart, and death is in the cards.

Natural disasters, pandemics, fallen man,

True in history since Adam and Eve began.


This corona virus reminds us of a truth.

How do we find our peace? We have no “control booth.”

In dependence is peace. In trust my heart can rest.

Even when hell’s fierce winds, howling at my address.

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