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Dramatic monologue/poem: Coats at your feet
Fifth Sunday of Easter Year A
Acts 7: 55 – 60
How could you just stand there
watching with hatred and anger in your heart,
but your eyes unaffected
by the sight of that cruel death?
How could you be so callous and calculating,
plotting your revenge
and planning your routes of destruction?
What went through your mind
as the stones hit their target?
Did you remember
how his master had condemned that very act...
Fifth Sunday of Easter Year A
Acts 7: 55 – 60
How could you just stand there
watching with hatred and anger in your heart,
but your eyes unaffected
by the sight of that cruel death?
How could you be so callous and calculating,
plotting your revenge
and planning your routes of destruction?
What went through your mind
as the stones hit their target?
Did you remember
how his master had condemned that very act...
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