Angry men

turned away.

Duplicitous hearts

awry.

Stones dropped,

clattering on the 

silent track

and

he watched them

curdled consciences.

Lust in their loins

for a broken woman.

He writes,

in the dust,

diffused 

the deadly mob.

—

---

She stooped,

bowed shoulders,

a shame ridden

conscience,

felt the threat

dissolve.

Only he now

to judge her.

—-

Looks at her,

sees pain,

fear, loss

and sows Grace.

Forgiveness 

not

Condemnation.

A fresh start

not mob injustice

and death.

—–

Mob injustice

stripped him bare,

Jesus, 

abused,

beaten,

flesh riven,

hung on a tree,

blood running

away

bleeds for the

children,

families

of

the

oppressed,

violated

and 

occupied.

( from John 8:1-11The Woman caught in Adultery)