O N E . S U N N Y . E V E N I N G .

SCRIBBLES

The teacher

Waits for

An answer

From them

Whose narrow

Insight into

the universe

is baffled

by immensity

 of wisdom

emanating from

every Word

He spoke.

This time,

He asks

That sinless

Men in

The crowd

Be first

To cast

The stones

Upon her –

This shamed,

Terrified infidel,

This woman

Covered in

Trembling remorse!

God reaches

Down from

heaven, stooping,

His majestic

Robe interlaced

Upon earth -

Kabod's hovering

Cloud again -

His finger

Touching ground,

[The Altar?]

Holy writings

Etched like

Gold upon

Mud, upon

Nothingness, from

Which all

Being began.

As stones

Fell one

By one,

And sinners

Left the

Sinner alone

With Him,

The words

He wrote

With finger

Upon earth

Are forgiveness

And mercy

Summoning her

To conversion

But only,

no more

than simply

these two

words of

divine gift:

Be free!