Those without sin*

Those Without Sin

Admiration for the man

Who never had to dance

Steadfast

He holds his virtuous ground

A pillar

A rock

Gazing from the mound

To the valleys below

Watching the weaker

Nodding with a distant acquiescence

But without understanding

Tolerating

Just, tempered with the right amount of mercy

Impeccable credentials

Down to the smooth stone

He waits to cast.