alone.
interrupted.
hit and battered.
and cursed.
dragged
away with half my clothes.
to a public place.
a church.
a man
was teaching there.
interrupted
he looked at me.
i could not meet
his gaze.
publicly
accused I stood
guilty.
i looked no one
in the eyes.
angry
voices demanding
my
death.
shouting
for me to die.
he
bent over
scribbling in the
dirt.
ignoring us all.
i could not
tell
what he wrote.
the voices
grew louder.
angrier.
more insistent.
“stone her!”
still
he wrote intently.
not looking up.
then
he straightened
up.
they all quieted.
waiting.
“first
throw
goes
the sinless, the faultless
man!”
he bent over again.
writing.
i
was frightened.
waiting.
cringing.
i
looked up
seeing only him.
“where
are they
who shouted
out your guilt?”
he asked.
“is there no one
left
to damn you?”
i could barely
speak.
“none, Master.”
“neither
do i condemn
you…
you can leave now
and…
don’t keep on doing
this.”
i
was free.
safe.
somehow
this man rescued
my heart
that day.
i’ll follow
Him.
anywhere.
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