The Hunter

The media has been filled with moral collision stories lately. The unfolding mess in New York state government has been the top news item for days as one governor steps down and now his replacement has similar issues.


Several years ago I wrote a small piece of poetry that captures the peril of making poor moral choices.

-The Hunter-

Silently, skillfully he weaves through the forest of people…hunting. Beneath his feet, spats of blood from an earlier hit. A man, unconvinced that careless eyes and a wandering heart is the target of choice, stood broadside and vulnerable. Now, the trail of hemorrhaging life is betraying his whereabouts as the broken shaft of the arrow of lust protrudes from his soul. Panic rakes his senses as dignity, reputation and future ooze from the open wound. The cadence of stalking footsteps ring in his ears like an approaching train as he succumbs.

Thoughts that were running through my head as I reflected

on the moral failure of a fellow pastor. Scriptures tells us that the enemy of our souls is

like a lion, hunting those who allow him opportunity to get close

4/4/02 MW