Seth Gatchell

The Road Leads Home

01/04/2022

These lyrics were written by D. B. Townes in 1933. THE ROAD LEADS HOME O pilgrim, as you journey, do you ever gladly say, In spite of heavy weather and the roughness of the way, That it really does not matter, all the strange and bitter stress, Heat and cold, and toil and sorrow will…

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CHRISTMAS LIGHTS

12/07/2021

All around was darkness, the night in full array. But piercing through the night, Christmas lights on display,   Lights that shimmered and shined from far, far, far away. Driving through neighborhoods, Christmas lights on display.   Red lights in window panes, white lights hanging on eaves, Sparkled lights, Christmas trees, blinking lights on green…

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An Early Morning Walk

11/16/2021

November 16, 2021   The early morning dawn, peeking over the hills, Brought with it cold, upon myself brisk chills.   I was not alone on this morning walk, Inside my heart? It wanted to talk.   Gnawing questions, disturbing pouts, Rising hopes and crummy doubts,   Relationships not mended, Some still offended.   Problems…

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“I’m a Forgiving Person”

10/07/2021

“I’M A FORGIVING PERSON”   August 22, 2019   “I’m a forgiving gal,” and that she proudly claimed. But bitter there she stood, “Justified! Unashamed!” She was judge and jury. “He’s guilty! I condemn.” Scorn and contempt she threw against the evil “them.”   But when called to forgive what a ruckus and fray! Outraged…

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LISTENING

09/21/2021

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.  …

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Book of Hosea

09/08/2021

BOOK OF HOSEA Hosea, the prophet, married the village whore. And to three loser “dads,” three children Gomer bore. I wanted MY people, in sad Gomer, to see, Like Gomer, that they were adulteresses to Me.   She did what she wanted, with men, running around. “They leave me food and gifts, in secret at…

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