Let he who has no sin
Cast the first stone
May we all red repent
And find spiritual home
May every woman or man
Child or any blessed being
Find kindness compassion and
God's lavender love so freeing
May the grieving be free from grief
Finding joy and hazel healing
May the soldier find peach peace
Despite ptsd and superior scolding
May the hungry be able to eat
Both in spirit as well as physically
May the lost souls be found
And find faith in embrace of community
May your troubles be liquidated
Becoming green fertilizer
And a garden of blessings created
From fruit of spirit licorice desire
Despite knowing trials and tribulations
May you find your path in faith
May your life be a celebration
Of God’s making each and every day
To the cameraman who through your distant lense
sees one man with another's wife,
and clicks and silently uploads, to expose,
and so to make those lives implode.
Who do you see behind your shuttered home?
With wife away and children gone,
no prying eye save God's alone,
yet, still you pick and throw first stone.
To the journalist, seekings idle chatter
and thinks it does not matter to craft
your print for more damming slant,
that glint of gossip, that careful hint
arising from unguarded natter.
Let’s take a lense and see your life, alone,
and how you sniff that chalky line;
and while you pick and throw that stone,
drink just one more 'fore callng ‘time’.
To the editor who holds their coats,
while dreadful damming work is done,
do tell us how you treat your wife,
and your daughter, and your son?
Show us all, expose your lives.
Before you seek those speckled eyes,
look to the logs that are your own,
before you cast your wounding stone.
Yes, maybe you could wear my shoes
Perhaps you’d walk and last all day.
As light relief it might amuse
Skills for my life you may display.
I’m sure some insights you could gain
Perhaps you’d walk a thousand miles.
Grasp sound knowledge of my domain
Then lay judgement upon my trials.
No.
My life is one to live and breathe
To be transported from the womb.
Immerse so deep as if to wreathe
A value buffet to consume.
No simple taste shall ever prove
Nor give a case to disapprove.
*Technically it's not a sonnet with the extra line
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
judge not that you be not judged
No man is without sin and yet violence rests on wire's deep
in vain for justice weep
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
yet blind in Christian rage, do you, turn your back on suffering
we can not employ him he is not fit for our church
Judge not that you be not judged
Christ came down to the earth, God incarnate
to walk upon the land, a God of love, a man
Christ came down to earth, to teach us how to live
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
Muslims cast the stones of bullets lead
yet Christians also fight for broken bread
violence is wrong no matter what dream
Judge not that you be not judged
The two most important concepts in the Bible
Love thy God with all thy strengh
love thy neighbour as thy self
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
John 8.7
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Every day people talk about other people,
talking trash about them behind their backs
However, when it comes down to the face to face,
most of the time they won't repeat what they have said
All of a sudden, it's " hey, how ya doing or,
long time no see, or hows the family,
when not the very day or hour before
they were putting the bad mouth on that person
Some of these people say they are Christians, Yet,
they don't practice that very way of life, that
they say they believe in, yet say Amen
they say Grace before meals, and thank God
Yet, not five minutes later, if that sometimes,
they will start talking trash about someone
never anything nice, only some sin that person committed
during this wind blowing, they will even take the Lords name in vain
To these people I would like to say,
God is the only TRUE Judge, so judge not
Love thy neighbor as thyself, so Shut It!
and " Let he without sin, Cast the First Stone!"