re: APRIL 2010 WRITING CHALLENGE -- Boneman our victorious winner!
And then they rise, and start again
The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
It falls on the damned and washes the blood from their hands and the tears from their filthy cheeks. Their shells of dried mud melt and they shed their sins like snakeskin.
And then they emerge, in this place of reckoning, fragile in the golden light, fresh and translucent.
And then they rise, and start again.
(First two lines: Act IV, Scene 1, Merchant of Venice, William Shakespeare)