Pastor Seth’s Poems and Musings
Springs of Water
Where does it all come from, seeming endless supply? Out of the rock and ground? Water that satisfies! Washing, cleansing, scrubbing, bathing, cleaning, rinsing, Showers, pouring, clearing; my soul’s purifying. Such sweetness on hot days, oases in hot years. Washing suffering’s tears and bringing joyous tears. Satisfying, quenching, slurping, sipping, swilling, Satiating, drinking, gurgling,…
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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…
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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…
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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.
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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?…
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