(poem #1 for Pentecost; poem #2 here)
I stand among stone-throwers
Ashamed, and sin-hurled into the melee,
And the only light in this dim world
Radiates from His face, leaning down,
Bending to touch this dusty ground.
Accusations are words made weapons,
Forged in bitterness, formed by a truth:
Caught in the act.
I wait, we all wait, to hear the verdict.
Will it be love? or fact?
In stillness, there is naught but
Scratch upon scratch,
Nail into dust, scarring rifts in the earth,
And silence of the pregnant kind.
A stone falls.
And the thud breaks the spell.
He walks away,
A greybeard with too many years
To be blind to this separating light.
He saw sin, and it wasn’t at the center of the mob,
But within himself, the night.
To dull and deathly thuds,
Fallen stones and falling followers,
They leave, the accusers, the accused.
And I stand, left lonely, and simmer inside.
He writes, this Word.
And the Light of Him is more holy and fierce
Than any “holy-man mob” hell-bent on sealing heaven
against those who need it most.
And I think,
Would that this Word would dwell in men and not just among them;
Would dwell in me, like a tongue of fire from an eternal flame,
Like a love that could never be quenched.
So I drop my stone
And leave Him and His soiled bride alone.
“When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let any one of you who is without sin 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.” When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
(Liturgical poetry during Eastertide is inspired by the I AM statements of Christ.)
Words for the Church: Eastertide
within the knot
lay me down
birth of a nation