Let Liberty and Justice Prevail

All governments suffer from a recurring problem.

Power attracts pathological personalities.

It is not that power is what corrupts, but

Power is like a magnet to the corruptible.

There is nothing new under the sun.

It's been that way from the beginning. 

It was that way in the past, it is that way now, 

And it will be that way in the future, maybe, 

But only if we let Liberty and Justice die. 

Remembering the past is not much different 

Than imagining the future if the cycle be unbroken.

"But if my people, who are called by my name, 

Will humble themselves and pray and 

Seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, 

Then I will hear from heaven, I will forgive their sins 

And I will heal their land." (2 Chronicles 7:14)

(Bob Mrotek 2025)

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Hello Someday!

Being is, and non-being is not.

Becoming is not the passage from not-being to being. 

But from being in potentiality to being in reality.  

Good news! I woke up this morning in my right mind!

Most of my life I was plagued by an inner voice that said 

"Someday you are going to die and all of this shall pass away." 

Then today I woke up very early and I said to myself:

"Do you want to be thinking about dying on your last day on earth?"

I answered myself: 

"Hell no! I would rather be thinking about life eternal!" 

So, when that last day finally comes, what more can I say 

Other than, "Hello Someday," and beyond?

Quietly I lie down on the bed again and fall asleep 

Because the Lord put me in my right mind.

Yesterday is gone and tomorrow is a maybe.

What I do today I must do like life depended on it. 

(Bob Mrotek 2025) 

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What do you stand for?

Softly falls the light of day as my cares all fade away.

What I do and what I dare will have to wait for tomorrow.

It is the Lord, in whom I trust to keep me safe if it be His will,

To serve Him on earth each day for His honor and glory.

You and I will die someday and everyone else will too.

And the loved ones we leave behind will carry on.

It matters not how and when or where we are born,

Nor what race or tribe or creed we were born into,

Nor if we are male, female, or other, young, or old,

Nor how and when and where we die.

What matters most is how we lived

And what we stood for in the end. 

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Climbing the Hill of January

Sunrise, sunset. Sunrise, sunset.
One foot following the other,
Searching for the trickle-down
And thanking God for my daily bread.
I'm on the spiral road to infinity.
An evil impulse is tracking every move​,
By following my digital exhaust.
As I climb the hill of January
I look the left and slightly below
To the descending Januaries ​behind.
To the right and above, only clouds.
Home is wherever my heart is at peace,
But sin is crouching at every door,
Ready to jump at the first opportunity.
I keep marching, marching up the incline,
After January, the boredom of February,
And then the treacherous Ides of March.
Finally the road smooths out in April
With rain that brings the May flowers, 
And​ the May​ flowers ​that bring June Pilgrims.
The lazy, hazy days of mid-summer
Are a​ sweet respite from the steep climb​,
Until I begin the willy-nilly slide ​into Autumn.
Year after year, round and round it goes.
Where will it stop? The Lord only knows.
I fear that one day all of my desires
Will awaken within me at the same time
And hold my tattered soul for ransom.
We only think we enjoy our desires
While all the time we are their slaves.
Once I was young and now I am old,
​Material desires have faded to memories.
The only desire truly worth having
Is the desire for humility and charity 
Through self-sacrifice, and eternal union
With the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.  
(Bob Mrotek 2025)  

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