Neither Do I Condemn you

seven howls raged inside her
illicit, filthy continually made
her unclean
ostracized she lived on the fringes
dead in her sins
men lined around the block
to disrobe her,
pharisees in their hypocrisy
quietly put coins into her coffers
then exit,

later they see her in town
condemning her as a whore
“Stone her!!” with hands on proud hips
with tongues set ablaze,
“Stone her!!!

Jesus scribbling in the dirt
nonchalantly waits for the accusers
to approach him,

“Master, what should we do?”
“She was caught in sin”
“The law demands she be stoned.”
every priest and scribe picks
up the biggest stone
to put her to death
each grasping the rocks
to hail a fury of self-righteous
murder
“Tell us Jesus,
what we should do!"
Jesus sighs
knowing their intention
casts a disapproving glance
a gaze of a Father
so worn down by
rebellious children

He continues to scribble upon
the dirt
seizing the clay in his palms
seizing a creation
so wicked and dastardly
with deeds
abominations that sear
His Holiness

Draws a breath of Eternity
“He that is without sin,
Let him be the first to cast
a stone.”

a dispersion of mob
hands that gripped
rocks are loosed
as they are heard being
cast down
the earth collects them back

He approaches a fallen and wounded spirit
a woman like His daughter Eve
remembering her frailties
washes the mass of tears
perfuming her with immeasurable
Grace

“Daughter, who condemns you?”
“No one my Lord.”
“Neither do I condemn you.”
“Go and sin no more.”

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