The Sea of Hate

Each evening as I prepare dinner, the news plays in the background.  

Sometimes it’s a headline, sometimes just a passing phrase—  but something stirs within me.  

A switch flips, and I find myself contemplating:  

What might God think of our current political climate?  

The poem below is one such reflection—  born from those quiet moments of spiritual pondering.

The Sea of Hate

They are lost in a sea of Trump disdain.

To them, his every move is flawed and profane.

They call him a tyrant, a king in disguise. 

A racist, a hater–truth clouded by lies.

But lost in their own sea of spite and blame.

They point at others, yet play the same game.  

Never owning the wrongs they have done,  

Their hatred exposed in the light of the sun.

When they don't agree with the results of an election,

They riot and burn buildings as an act of rejection. 

Yet they call us MAGA extremist and unkind,  

Blind to the grace that we strive to find. 

But what do we do when we’re let down?  

Do we sulk and rage, wear anger’s crown?  

Or do we pray for those cast aside,  

And love the forgotten with arms open wide? 

Yes, we have values that we make clear. 

We stand for God– the right to life we hold dear. 

We defend the right to bear arms and protect,  

Because our neighbors come first and deserve respect. 

And if your lifestyle differs from our creed,  

We don’t attack or force you to heed.  

We don’t block roads or shout you down,  

We believe all should live free, and never be bound. 

Yet they say we lack compassion and grace,  

While we hold prayer vigils and truth we embrace.

We pray for an end of violence, vengeance, disdain.

For healing and forgiveness, not more pain. 

So for Rosie, Schumer, and AOC,  

I lift a prayer, not hostility.  

They are lost in a sea of hate.

But Jesus alone will alter their fate. 

© 2025 Sandra C. Johnson