Long Seale Poems
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I came face to face with time
It was all sublime.
Nothing was as it seemed
For I thought “surely it must have been dreamed.”
I was shown the past, present, and future.
Then I heard the words, “are you ready for an adventure?”
As I stood there looking into the face of time
I heard bells begin to chime.
He spoke, “What do you see?”
I see destiny.
As I came face to face
I could see His grace.
There is so much more than meets the eye.
Yes, to sanctify.
But there is so much more,
Not only to restore.
To be set free from sin and death,
But to breathe His breath.
To walk in the elegance of His Bride
And from His Kingdom to preside.
As I stood with time face to face,
I was shown the human race.
From the first to the last,
Seasons went by fast.
What began as perfect and undefiled,
Turned dark as they were beguiled.
Down through the ages,
I heard the voice of sages.
Curtains rose,
And curtains had come to a close.
From the great flood,
To the shedding of His Blood,
There is a sound going out across the land,
That our Father God had planned.
Kings rise and fall
But only one will forever rule them all.
There will be a great division,
Everyone will have to make a decision.
Choose this day whom you will serve,
No one can merely stand and observe.
We are called to fight
And not by sight.
Put on your armor
And don’t listen to the voice of the charmer.
Keep watch and do not slumber,
Be ready to be counted in the number.
In the twinkling of an eye,
We will be caught up into the sky.
We have a supper to attend,
So with the things of God do not pretend.
For those left behind
There will be no place to hide.
As I stood face to face with time,
I saw justice being served for every crime.
Then I turned to look
At all those that had their names written in the Book.
All the tears had been dried,
And we will be with Jesus forever by our side.
© Deborah Seale 2024
All everyone saw was my happy face,
But inside was a heart as delicate as a thin glass vase.
Surrounding this glass vase was a cage,
The vase was full of pain and filled to the top with rage.
All the years of not being able to express the mental anguish,
I felt like I had begun to vanish.
Who am I, I wondered?
All through life I blundered.
It felt as if no one even cared,
With every hurtful word to every physical hit, I became more impaired.
The more I became hidden,
I felt forbidden.
Always hiding in the shadows,
Clinging on to my sorrows.
Not belonging,
The inevitable, I felt like I was only prolonging.
UNTIL …
In the far distance I heard a sound,
I tried to run, but I had been found.
A voice, He called my name,
The closer He came.
I tried to hide in the darkness,
The closer He came, I felt so worthless.
Hiding behind years of shame,
Only, I am to blame.
The closer He came bringing a light of love,
There was such a peace that radiated from above.
I didn’t have the strength to stand,
Curled up on the floor I felt a hand.
With just a whisper He told to me arise,
With tears in my eyes,
And my stomach in knots,
He began to wash away all my dirty black spots.
One by one they fell to the floor,
To be remembered no more.
My name He called and said, “follow Me”.
“I have so much for you to see”.
He took my hand,
And I began to understand.
He loves me more than I could possibly comprehend,
He gave me a key to unlock the cage of everything that was penned.
I unlocked the cage to my heart,
With the strain of all the ugliness, the glass shattered and flew apart.
He looked at me with a loving smile,
And said, “I make all things new, and you are worthwhile”.
© Deborah Seale Schnadelbach 2023
Out of the ashes we rise,
Hot embers into the skies.
We gather to set the world ablaze.
To our Father, the God of Heaven and Earth we praise.
And with a shout demons flee,
And we walk in liberty.
Within His children there is a flame,
And He knows each by name.
Our God reigns from on high,
And He guides with a watchful eye.
With a love that is pure,
In His hands we are secure.
In the Heavenlies we are called to sit,
So be encouraged in this race, “Do Not Quit.”
The finish line is within sight,
Don’t give up the fight.
The battle has already been won,
By Jesus, the only true Son.
© Deborah Seale 2024
I could feel the uneasiness in the air,
With every word the people would swear.
With every shout my heart shred,
But His love just spread.
With tears pouring down my face,
From His heart poured grace.
All the hurt I felt,
Yet, He endured all the sins and stripes He was dealt.
With His Blood that was shed,
He gave life to the dead.
While upon that old cross He hung,
On the ground I was flung.
As I screamed out in my own agony,
He was held in infamy.
As He cried out, “It is finished”,
The leaders thought the chaos would be diminished.
As the sky turned dark and the earth did quake,
I felt my God did me forsake.
While buried in the earth,
Little did I know, what was about to birth.
The gates of hell He opened wide,
A new way He did provide.
Three days later He arose,
And threw to Satan, death blows.
At the first rays of light,
I ran to the sight.
Expecting my Son to find,
Instead, only His burial garments He left behind.
An angel of God stood there,
And said, "He has risen, go share.”
As fast as my feet could fly,
I just had to go testify.
My Son is alive,
And redemption He did provide.
©Deborah Seale Schnadelbach
Life starts out with a slate so clean,
As the sands of time begin with a trickle
It begins with a word and then a wound unseen
More words, then everything turns physical.
As the sands of time begin to flow
A heart begins to bleed
Hanging on to a hope for a better tomorrow
Trying to come to grips, it’s not guaranteed.
As the sands of time begin to pour
The cuts are much too deep
Slicing all the way to the core
Made to feel less than and cheap.
As the sands of time begin to drip
No matter how hard you try to hide
Something inside begins to flip
A part of you has died.
As the sands of time begin to pour
You begin living in reverse
You sit up straight, take a deep breath, and open the door
You take a step, all the things that held you tight begin to disperse.
As the sands of time begin to flow
God had reached down, you began to be healed.
You came to realize that you did grow
Like an onion, layer by layer, you were peeled.
As the sands of time begin to trickle
You are free to be yourself
You have overcome every obstacle
And there, as an open book lay on the shelf,
Pages are clean
A story unwritten
It’s up to you to write the next scene,
Or leave it just sittin.
© Deborah Seale 2024
Somewhere in between,
The seen and unseen.
It’s all been there from the beginning,
It’s just now the veil is thinning.
Why are you so surprised?
The enemy had everything disguised.
Prophets have shouted,
Many have doubted.
Time,
It is sublime.
God in all His splendor,
He is our great defender.
Captives in prisons long held,
Have finally been expelled.
Cries of freedom
Are now heard throughout the Kingdom.
Shouts of Praise,
Kingdom children raise.
Shout to the King,
Let your voices ring.
The King is coming,
The King is coming,
The King is coming.
© Deborah Seale Schnadelbach
Rumor has it that this world is going to implode,
People are going to get everything that they are owed.
This world is so full of hate,
Some people say that it doesn’t matter at this rate.
Everything that used to be bright and sunny,
has been turned ugly by the love of money.
People, where is the love?
There is no need to shove.
No natural affection,
Only hatred that has spread like an infection.
Everything has been divided into black and white,
Contention mounted to bring about a fight.
People have been misguided,
This world is so lopsided.
How can this be fixed, what it will it take?
We need a Savior, and that my friend is not a mistake.
And out of this bleakness,
We can have Jesus.
In this world of darkness, He is light.
To the enemy of this world, He is kryptonite.
© Deborah Seale Schnadelbach
3/5/2022
A sailor at heart, right from the start.
Watching the dust on the shelf,
While a ship long sailed
Takes a piece of my former self.
I am missing the blue of the sea,
That sapphire weight, heavy and vast,
Where the horizon promised to set me free
And the ghost of the shore was cast.
I crave the sand of beaches of far away places,
The grit in my boots, the sun on my skin,
The blurred-out lines of nameless faces,
And the roar where the waves begin.
But I listen for the reef’s low roar,
Where the turquoise shallows gleam,
To walk again on a foreign shore
And wake from this inland dream.
© Deborah Seale 2026
Today
I gave myself permission
To do all the things I have always wanted
To run through the halls
To scream as loud as I could
To shake up my soda and let it explode
To run as fast as I could
To jump in the fountain and splash the water
To run naked as a Jay bird through the streets
To sing as loud as I could
Dye my hair purple and green
Today
I gave myself permission
To dream
To do all the things I have never done
Today
I gave myself permission
To rest
To eat what I wanted
To watch what I wanted
To listen to what I wanted
To take a shower without help
Today
Was the day
© Deborah Seale 2025
For the love of Salt and Sea
A man,
Standing tall and feelin free.
With his old raggedy clothes,
Pipe
And his sunburnt nose.
On the bow of Ole Navy,
Just watching,
And waiting for the Jubilee.
With a voice that is raspy,
Calling out
For his old dog Scrappy.
The sun will soon be risen,
nets to be lowered,
boats could be seen on the horizon.
For the love of salt and sea,
A man,
Whose home was never in Tennessee.
Bent to touch waters of blue,
A smile,
A rendezvous.
A knowing,
His days were coming to a close,
Peering deep, forgoing.
For the love of salt and sea
A longing
Now a spirit set free.
© Deborah Seale Schnadelbach