The First Stone
My pile was ready.
I was ready to pick them up
one by one
To take my share
of the stones
which would soon be
hurtling
through the air.
But then
just as I was stooping
to pick them up
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 had gathered
are still lying there
today.