The First Stone
How the first stone became the one that was never thrown
The first stone, at the top of the pile, was ready.
I was ready to pick them up
one by one
To take my share
of the stones
that would soon be
hurtling
through the air.
But then
just as I stooped
to pick up that stone,
ready to kill the woman
for her sin
I heard Him say,
“Let he who is without sin
cast the first stone.”
I turned and walked away.
The stones I gathered
are still lying there
today.
