Seth Gatchell

Sometimes, it’s extremely difficult to see what God is doing through our suffering and pain. This poem is dedicated to making that a little clearer… A HELL OF MERCY   Augustine said his heart, like a haunted mansion, From which he found no rest; search for satisfaction. No escape could he find, tormented distractions, Ghosts…

THE VIPER   January 14, 2018   I sat in a Togos, eating my chicken wrap, While two teenage coeds had mouths in hyper-flap. One rattled on and on, impossible to miss. She led us on a trip, into her heart’s abyss.   “My dad will not listen, his rules unbendable. Mom can’t relate to…

Sometimes it seems my life is a wood sailing ship, An old three-masted ship, like Columbus’ trip. An Atlantic journey across uncharted seas, Some days pleasant and calm enjoying ocean’s breeze.   But so many days seem like sailing in a mist. It’s hard to see the shore, a wrong turn did I miss? On…

Looking in the mirror, who do I think I see? Do I see the real me? Or who you too see me? I think I also see a man still on the mend, Am I really all three? Quite a confusing blend!   I also see myself, the person I aspire. But often falling short,…