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’.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
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