There are times
when gospel
is just a sound
heard in thud
of each stone’s fall.
And on the ground
they form a mound
unspoken verdict,
acquittal call.
‘Tis then the word
is spoken that
heals the deepest sore
‘I do not condemn you
go now and sin no more’.
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Its beautifully written with full of well-chosen words of imagery.10+++. Please read my poem if you have time ' Happiness, Courage and Intelligence' Thanks much