I stood there, sins and secrets on display;
The suns blank stare and their blank stares alike
Were pitiless. A doe, me, caught in fields
Not mine, ensnared by scribes whose love of Law
Brought sin and lies. The unknown Teacher heard
Them out and bent to write his rule in sand,
That sand! As transient now as my hours.
Our Fathers! The stain on my garment spread
The stain of guilt, of disobedience
The comfort that I sought in others arms
Will haunt me to my dying day today.
He rises, turns and speaks with weight and peace:
You who have not sinned cast the first stone.
A silence. One by one they drop their rocks
The oldest leave first, young men drift away
In rueful shame at this. He turns to me
A question in his eyes. Where have they gone?
Why do accusers fly? If they condemn not
Neither then shall I. My heart! I felt
Unfold in Love and freedom more from self
Than from all broken laws and eyes of men.
He said, his eyes like doves, My child, now go
And sin no more. And so I went in hope
With gravity of heart, but dancing step.