"At dawn he
appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him,
and he sat down to teach them. The teachers of the law and the Pharisees
brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group and
said to Jesus, 'Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. In the
Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?' They were
using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him.
But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with
his finger. When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to
them, 'If any one of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone
at her.' Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground. At this, those who
heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus
was left, with the woman still standing there. Jesus straightened up and asked
her, 'Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?' 'No one, sir,' she
said. 'Then neither do I condemn you,' Jesus declared. 'Go now and leave your
life of sin.'" John 8: 2-11
*****
Were you a writer?
Because I never knew that about you.
It doesn't matter what it was
that you wrote--
it matters more that no one read it
but you.
They were all glaring
at the condemned woman
lost in their judgments
their fingers gripped tight
around the stones
like the hate that gripped tight
around their hearts.
While you,
fingers outstretched,
wrote a line in the sand
perhaps of love
or forgiveness
but the words weren't important.
The important thing is that
they were not for them.
A reminder to yourself perhaps
that it was you who would have to forgive them again
and too soon
when their stones were
trained on you.
Lord, write your words
on my heart.
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