We have become

We have become a Nation whom does not prefer the flavor of Truth. While we clamor for self-justification and our own sense of satisfaction we are strangers to that delicious morsel that would separate us from darkness. You may say no it’s not so while hemming yourself in with tradition or being enchanted by that serpent pride, you spitefully decry your own goodness. Polls and statistics being mechanisms of control will not help you. Entrenched masses cannot protect you. Our legitimate standard-bearers have only fanned the flames of ignorance. A tidal wave of information has drowned us and secured our demise. Our convictions are sure but they are lies.  If the heart of your existence is pleasing self, you are a slave to everything.

 Judges 21:25

The Tongue

Sometimes I’m silly and full of madness

sometimes of sickness deceit and sadness

 I facilitate fellowship and chatter of all kinds.

 I protect you from evil and tell what is fine.

 I build up and strengthen many a names,

but I can destroy if I am not tame.

When I am young I’m entertainingly garbled

when old dry and slow, making hard to swallow.

Sometimes I am rude and very offending

Others I’m sweet and my knee bending.

I’m in the presence of danger at every turn

but my work is productive and easy to learn.

The power I wield I cannot measure

When used uprightly I am a treasure.

I can be the traitor among you, within your midst

But I am present at every kiss.

Who am I?