Woman
Caught in Adultery
They drag me
through rugged streets,
Men’s hands
grip my arms,
Large fingers
press into flesh –pale , bare
Their words
wild, aggressive, accusing,
Echo, in the
chamber of my brain
While he is
free,
I am going
to die, Yet, I fear not the dying,
But the
pain, how will I bear the pain.
Terror
travels with blood through my veins
And he is
free,
They throw
me down, in the dirt, In front of a man,
My nose
forced into the rough ground.
My Foetal
shape makes no attempt to rise
The raging rogues
roar, ”she has to die , it is the law”
They get
ready, reach for large stones,
But he is free.
While the
one man sits still,
Ponders,
writes in the dust
Then, lifts his head,
“ Let the
one who is without sin cast the first stone”
His words
fall like seeds into my aching heart.
Silence,
One by one
rocks thud into the earth. The mob, heads bent, Leave.
Left alone
with Him,- I dare to raise myself up
His eyes
encounter mine, His look warm , accepting,
He Knows me,
all there is.
And me, I
know that I,
I am free.
