Slow paced minute breathing
The shouts of anger grow
Pits of eyes
Pulse of time
The violence stirs
A finger in the sand
Sifting shadows
An end without consequence.
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John 8:10 “Then Jesus stood up again and said to the woman, “Where are your accusers? Didn’t even one of them condemn you?”
Life From A Park Bench 
“Let he/she who is without blame cast the first stone.”