Pastor Seth’s Poems and Musings
Thirst
She was ever thirsty, came daily to this well, Her bucket lowered down, a darkness of her hell. And each day she believed, “At last my thirst be quenched.” Sure this water splashing, her heart should now be drenched! Her thirst was much deeper, for deeper connection, To know and to be known, with…
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Bias
We demonize one guy virtually every time. We’re sure his intentions, self-serving or a crime. We interpret his words in the vilest of ways. No matter what he does it’s evil in our gaze. The other guy we give the benefit of the doubt. We’re sure his intentions are pure as a cub scout.…
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The Dragonfly
Fisherman and canoe on a hot, sunny day. His eye catches sight of water bugs at play. A swarm of water beetles underwater scurrying, Clambering, careening, scampering, hurrying. Look! One breaks the surface, free of the water line, And climbs up the canoe, and stops atop to recline. Has he fallen asleep under the…
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The Basin and the Towel
Only a few days left to live in this painful world, How would he spend his hours? What truths would he unfurl? Those whom he held dear were with him in these days, He held them near and dear in all of his ways. A basin he did have, he knelt down on the…
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