The Dangers of Church/State Union

When Church and State in wedlock lie,
A dark and treacherous path draws nigh.
For power and faith, in one hand clenched,
The rights of many, soon are quenched.

The Church, once a beacon, of love and light,
Loses her radiance, in the state's fierce might.
No longer guided, by a compass true,
The path grows dim, in a power askew.

As State embraces, religion's dress,
A tangled web, begins to press.
Freedom of faith, succumbs to force,
A nation's soul, then loses course.

The voice of State, with Church entwined,
Wields faith as weapon, to control the mind.
No longer neutral, in matters of creed,
Divisions deepen, as the people bleed.

The dangers of union, a tale to heed,
When Church and State, together lead.
For in their dance, a nation frays,
Let wisdom guide, in separating ways.

Mob’s Choice

A mob gathered around the seat of Pilate in days of old,
They had to make a choice and this crowd rolled.
"Give us Barabbas!" they cried aloud,
"Crucify Jesus!" echoed the crowd.

The leaders of faith, in that long-gone day,
Chose a murderer, and sent the Savior away.
A choice so grim, so hard to bear,
Love rejected, amidst despair.

Today, a new choice, again is made,
In the land of the free, where the brave have stayed.
Evangelicals rally, their voices raise,
"We want Trump!" they shout, in a modern-day maze.

Leaving behind the humble man of love, truth, and faith,
A man of pride, power, lies, and crime, they embrace.
As with the choice of Barabbas, and the rejection of love so near,
They repeat this error to appease their fear.

Oh, how history repeats, in its twisted way,
A mob decides, and the consequences weigh.
Yet hope remains, for a world so torn,
To find love and truth, in the Savior, through a life reborn.

The Choice of Leadership

When paths diverge, and choices made,
What qualities should our hearts persuade?
To follow one, who boasts and lies,
Or one whose truth, in humbleness lies?

The prideful liar, on high horse stands,
With golden tongue, he works his plans.
But beneath the shine, deception waits,
A leader lost, to pride's cruel fate.

The humble stutterer, a different sight,
With words that falter, yet ring so bright.
In honesty, his soul is bared,
A leader true, with love he's dared.

Not in perfection, does greatness lie,
But in the courage, to not deny.
Our stumbles and falls, our human state,
The humble stutterer, shall not break.

I'd choose the one, whose heart is pure,
Whose words may falter, yet truth endure.
For in his eyes, a light does shine,
A leader true, with love divine.

Threads of Fate ( meditations on Joshua 7)

In life's tapestry, our threads are spun,
Each life connected, a web so finely strung.
A single pull, the fabric puckers and yields,
A reminder that our lives, together are sealed.

Like ripples on a pond, our actions spread,
Interwoven in the fabric of life's great thread.
A waterfall, from a single drop does rise,
Our deeds, a cascade, beneath the heavens' eyes.

Within the game of life, we move as one,
Each choice affecting, all that's to come.
A chess player, looks forward in his sight,
His every move, a ripple in the night.

For good or ill, our deeds are felt,
Throughout the web of life, so deftly knelt.
Our lives, a dance of cause and effect,
A force in motion, a truth to reflect.

With every action, comes reaction's sway,
The balance of life, in its intricate play.
So let us choose, with love in our hearts,
For our interconnectedness, is but the start.

In the story of Achan, a truth resides,
That every choice, affects far more than just our lives.
We are the pebbles, in the pond so vast,
Our deeds, the ripples, that forever last.

A Tale of Deliverance

In times of old, a story's told,
Of Abigail, a woman bold.
With beauty bright, and wisdom true,
To Nabal, she was bound, a man so cruel.

As Nabal's heart, with darkness filled,
America knew, a leader's will,
Resounding with harshness, and deceit,
A nation wept, so bittersweet.

Yet God, in mercy, heard their cries,
And sent deliverance, from darkened skies.
As He saved Abigail, from a marriage ill,
America too, found strength and will.

Now again, let us choose, with hearts aflame,
Leaders of honor, deserving of fame.
Kind and humble, like David of old,
Let our nation's story, with grace unfold.

A woman wise, and nation strong,
Found freedom, from a tyrant's song.
As Abigail to David's heart was led,
Let America choose leaders, that gently tread.

In times to come, let tales be spun,
Of choices made, and battles won.
For when we seek, with love and light,
Our leaders shall guide us, towards what’s right.

(reprint of Facebook post July 6th by Doris Moss)