Pastor Seth’s Poems and Musings
Shelter
Home is a metaphor where You and I do talk. The concrete foundation secure on which we walk. The walls all around us guard from danger’s domain. The roof over our heads keeps out the driving rain. Windows let in Your light, Your beauty we enjoy. The hearth provides us fire, turns cold to…
Read More Bias
An invisible thief, this imp robs and steals truth. He goes undetected (at least you can’t see you). His smoke wafts through the air in every word you say. In everything you hear, ears “filter” toward “your way.” “Hear” what you want to hear! “Know” what you want to know! “Think” what you want…
Read More Deepest Recesses
It’s not “answers” that I want. There’s something deeper that pants. To love and see You on high, Before whom all questions die.
Read More For Three Moms Who Lost Adult Children
Will someone grieve with me? To be with me in heart? The loss I’ll always bear, My heart is torn apart. Will someone let me grieve? Not, “You have to ‘move on’.” “You have to live your life.” My child is always gone! Will someone see my grief? Will someone walk with me?…
Read More Discouragement
It’s not circumstances that bring discouragement, Nor negative people, nor disillusionment. Then what is happening that puts me in the mopes? A mistake hard to see: trusting in misplaced hopes! FALSE hopes that start out well but in the end? They sting! FLEETING hopes only last until the birds take wing! FUTILE hopes show…
Read More Listening
A.P.B.: Missing here! A right ear and left ear! No sign of whereabouts! Relations in the pouts! Listening: you go first! Listening for heart’s thirst. Listening for their mopes, Listening for their hopes. Listening for their thoughts, Listening for sore spots. Listening when they’re curt, Listening for their hurt. Listening…
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