Pastor Seth’s Poems and Musings
The Hungry Male Soul
Invite Him into felt weakness, Invite Him into felt dryness, Invite Him into loneliness, Invite Him into emptiness. To be strong in my weakness. To endure with resilience. To love with tenderness. To offer life in felt deadness.
A Husband’s Communication
“We can’t communicate,” a husband said to me. “Tell me more,” I asked. “We always disagree.” As he explained himself, this was his rationale, All he could see of self was he was rational. What he yet could not see was sadly palpable. That between wife and him was something relational. He could not…
Real Treasure
Oyster’s pearl of great price, nestled. This treasure buried in the field. This treasure in earthen vessels. “All else is rubbish.” Humbly kneel.
Endurance
Slogging through the mountains, knee-deep in powered snow, No snowshoes on his feet, plodding on through vexed throes. Each step is labored, slow, midst cloudy blizzard wind, But in his heart and soul, God’s delight is not dimmed.
Smallness
Do not despise the day of really small things. The wheels do grind slowly, but from them joy will sing. The smallest steps taken, in the face of sad strife, Brings closer to the day the precious things in life.
The Thirsty Female Soul
Does anyone see me, the me inside of me? What I value and bring, what I think, feel and see? Am I invisible, shadows over my heart? There’s beauty in my soul. I long to play a part.