The Answer By: David Mayo
Stooped in focused silence wrought
With finger bare and wooden stylus
Etched err in shifting sand a map
Or message bound for parts unknown
No comprehensive font or script
Lay dusty in the silent pause
No reproof spoke thus till now
Acknowledged not convicting words
Only thus, the scribe and work
Set forth in patient humble bend
The soil rend to and fro with skill
Then to the point came hidden deed
One by one accuser shrank
In hearts the blade so cleanly pierced
With bloodless stroke so true and swift
Exposed to daylight darkness kept
Wind removed from chest and mouth
The only sound be sandal made
No one remained to sentence pass
No one laid hold of judgment stone
Where do now accusers stand
Whence evidence laid bare their souls
Dear child forgiven you shall pass
Forgiven go and sin no more
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