HE Wrote in the Sand







He wrote into the sand the Lord,

He stooped  and wrote and wrote,

But nobody  could read a word,

They understood it not.



“Come on and drag her forward men!-

The caught adulteress,

We found her in a sleazy  den

In stance promiscuous”



It‘s death - so Moses says it‘s death

What are you waiting for?

Stone her to death, for  death,- no less

For a convicted whore.



So howled so many a bald zealot

“Stone the adulteress,

It‘s nice to see a harlot‘s blood

Caught in forbid caress!”.



Beware of zealots without job

That wanting work must stone

And with assistance of the mob

Break sinners’ every bone



“Now Master say! - “It’s Moses Law

Says stoning is  alright,

We witnessed it,-  behold we saw

The harlot on  that site.



But oh! the Master He said naught,

But wrote into the sand,

Perhaps a mystery of God

They could not understand.



Or did He write into the sod

More than adultery?

And thus reveal an artful plot

Hatched up in secrecy.



Dismissed her partner of the tryst,

But brought her forth alone,

To well ensnare and trap the Christ,

Ere flinging rock and stone.







A plot concocted cunningly

By worthy men bigot,

In dens of foul iniquity

In need of a scapegoat.



But He wrote into sand and they

Stood shamed and now revealed

As predators that lost their prey,-

While all their beans were spilled.



In king  Nebuchadnezzar’s hall

A hand mysterious

Wrote unknown letters on the wall,

That none could read or guess.







Will He continue with His writ?

Confounding the zealot

Where mercy find no space to sit

And thus no space for God.



Or did He write: “where is the chap

The cunning absentee,

That lets his sweetheart take the rap

Bring  him at once to me”



They slinked away and left the scene,

The hapless woman cried,

And looked into  the eyes wherein

Shone deep compassion’s light





John VIII.3



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