Echoes of Divine Balance #1154

Echoes of Divine Balance In the garden's muted whispers, under olive boughs, Judas with lips cold, kissed, "Hail, Master!" he bowed. A gesture masked in fealty, yet mired in deceit, Jesus, the visage of grace, queries amidst the quiet, "Frie1154nd, why are you here?"—a lament soft and clear. Parallel in prophecy, Micah's voice rings stern and true, Decrying the scales of injustice, the weights untrue. Violence weaves through the rich, lies their art, Deception their craft, corruption their heart. Divine judgment decreed, harsh and stark. From the kiss in the garden to the market's deceitful scales, Mercy and truth dance, as justice prevails. Betrayal's bitter root and judgment’s cold sword, Together they weave the unyielding cord. In the divine ledger, every deed recorded, every act scored. Amidst human frailties, divine themes resound, In actions and consequences, our spirits are bound. In the narrative woven by betrayal and grace, We find our reflection, our trials we face. Mercy, truth, and justice—eternal embrace. Written by Steven G. Lee (May 3, 2024)