Other Poems

by Ken Sehested
Written in 2014 to a friend in Cuba on a dark and stormy night

I am up late, glued to
the weather channel, tracking
Irene’s ruinous wake. Apparently
the storm is going north of you.
My furrowed face relaxes. Read more ›

by Ken Sehested

          Have mercy upon us, O Lord.
          Our soul has had more than its fill
          of the scorn of those who are at ease,
          of the contempt of the proud.
          —Psalm 123:3-4 Read more ›

Ken Sehested

You are encouraged to listen to Roberta Flack and
Donny Hathaway’s rendition of “Come, Ye
Disconsolate”  before, during or after you read.

We are often suspicious of words of comfort, and
for good reason: such sentiments too often coax us
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by Ken Sehested

We are indeed strangers; but not foreigners.

This “world” is not our home; but this earth is.

We are not drifters: directionless, detached, disaffected, Read more ›

©Ina J. Hughs

We pray for children
who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their new pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes. Read more ›