Not the sound of a cock crowing
I listen for the sound
Not the sound of Pilate washing his hands
I listen for the sound
Not the sound of a whip lashing an innocent back
I listen for the sound
Not the sound of thuds as a soldiers fist smashes cheek and bone
I listen for the sound
Not the sound of a cross dragged, gravelling through cobbled streets
I listen for the sound
Is it the sound of dice thrown by greedy hands
I listen for the sound
Is it the sound of nails driven in by vicious hands
I listen for the sound
Is it the sound of tears from a mother in comforting hands
I listen for the sound
Is it the sound of thunder introducing a sky of black pitch
I listen for the sound
Is it the sound of a curtain ripped to shreds in the heart and in the temple
I listen for the sound
Is it the voice that says “Forgive them for they know not what they do”
I listen for the sound
The sound that says IT IS FINISHED.

Our world’s dwindling supply of Mentors
Don’t be surprised, but our sense of independence could lead to the ‘death knell’ on society as you know it. We retreat
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Very Profound Andrew.