Stones of Conscience #1951 (Poem)

Stones of Conscience In the dusty courts of judgment, where whispers spun like threads, Stood a soul, encircled, with accusations laid. Voices clamored righteousness, each hand with stone was weighed, Yet in their eyes, the mirror's edge betrayed their masquerade. From the crowd, the Teacher stood, His gaze like morning clear, "He that bears no blemish," He spoke, "let him cast without fear." A pause like breath withheld, the truth within reach, The stones, once weapons, fell, abandoned on the breach. For who among them sinless? Who untouched by night? Each heart a battleground where wrong contends with right. All evil known to man, a seed in conscience sown, Rebellion's quiet genesis, in shadowed corners grown. So, one by one, they left, the stones unthrown, dispersed, Leaving but the two, in silent converse immersed. "Where are they?" Jesus asked, the accused now unchained, "Does no one condemn you here, where once your fate was claimed?" "No, Lord," the whisper came, a breeze through olive trees, "Then neither do I condemn," His words the storm did cease. "Go forth, sin no more," the path of grace revealed, A future cast not in stone, but in forgiveness sealed. Through centuries echoed, this tale of mercy's might, A lesson etched in hearts, as day follows the night: He that walks in righteousness, let him guide the way, For stones of conscience cast, in love's light will sway. -Steven G. Lee (June 26, 2024)