Seth Gatchell
Refuge
High, atop a mountain, a place of comfort, there. A beautiful blue sky, puffed clouds, crystal clear air. Aspen leaves fluttering, a mountainside of red, I hear a rushing stream, grass and leaves for a bed. Away from grizzly bears, far from timber crashes, Away from hellish winds, far from lightning flashes. My place…
Connecting
Magnets connect each time, Easy as when words rhyme. But people connecting? Difficult effecting! Detecting. Objecting? Respecting. Reflecting? Directing. Correcting? Expecting. Injecting? Disheartening, And heartbreaking, Demoralizing, And frustrating, Disappointing And sobering. Learning, humbling, Praying, stumbling. Enjoying. Stumbling. Delighting. Fumbling. Giving. Bumbling. Grateful. Humbling.
THE THREE HARDEST WORDS TO SAY
Three words you rarely hear? You may never have heard? … Not from politicians, and not from “journalists,” Not drivers in their cars, and not from the “critics.” Not from all-star athletes nor from “celebrities,” Not colleagues at your work, nor from your families. … Parents expect their kids to utter these three words. Everyone…
A CERTAIN KIND OF COMMUNITY
“Who needs the church?” we think. “It’s me and Jesus now.” “My faith’s something private. Them? Holier than thou.” “Too many hypocrites!” (“Oh, I’m not one,” I moan.) “I’ll go when I want to. I’ll do this on my own.” Privacy reigns supreme in western culture, now. “To be isolated? It’s much ‘simpler’ and…
Sonrise!!
Into the cold dark room he walked, Eerie. Quiet. The silence stalked. Musty dank smells, ground, and wet rock, Covered with grief, and still in shock. Eyes, filled with tears, so bleary-eyed. ‘Twas up all night, his dear friend died. To pay respects, sat down in grief, His joy now gone, death was the…
Oh, Conscience!
What mayhem we will see when conscience is broken, “Do ‘right’ in your own eyes.” This mantra, now spoken. No restraining presence, like no brakes on a car, Plummeting down the hill, “It’s a thrill ride for all”??? A broken conscience, bad, but another step worse, When conscience becomes blind, we’ll live under that…