Shamed beyond shame,
she was dragged into the public square,
accursed, accused,
awaiting the law-endorsed abuse
to be heaped on heavy,
deadly,
all hope siphoned,
she was the least of the least
in this single defining
moment.
But they paused,
turned to him with
cunning grins,
and asked,
“What do You say?”
He looked at her,
then at them,
and the crowd held its
breath as He stooped,
scribbled in the dust.
“What say You?”
they hissed their demand.
He stood, calmly,
and spoke. “Is any here
sinless? If so, go first.”
Then sat again and
resumed doodling
in the sand.
Shamed beyond shame,
they were stunned,
dropped their stones,
and turned away to their homes,
leaving her standing
alone to be treasured
by Grace.

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