Early in the morning he came again to the temple. All the people came to him and he sat down and began to teach them. The scribes and the Pharisees brought a woman who had been caught in adultery; and making her stand before all of them, they said to him, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the very act of committing adultery. Now in the law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?” They said this to test him, so that they might have some charge to bring against him. Jesus bent down and wrote with his finger on the ground. When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let anyone among you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.” And once again he bent down and wrote on the ground. When they heard it, they went away, one by one, beginning with the elders; and Jesus was left alone with the woman standing before him. Jesus straightened up and said to her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?” She said, “No one, sir.” And Jesus said, “Neither do I condemn you. Go your way, and from now on do not sin again.” John 8:2-11
Sometimes I wish he had let them stone me.
Sometimes I wish I could go again to my lover.
Sometimes I pray for death.
Once I was beautiful.
Once I was young.
Once I was wealthy.
I had a husband.
I had children.
I had a lover.
My husband divorced me.
My children won’t speak to me.
My lover, ah my young lover…
Who is he with?
Has he married?
Does he love her, as once he…
No, those memories are forbidden.
That life is dead.
That person, the woman I was then…
I need to remember my terror.
I need to remember my shame.
It is easy to remember their cruelty.
I remember their plot.
How they tried to use me.
How they hated and feared him.
They talked but not to me.
They dragged me.
They despised me.
They shouted but he spoke softly.
They stood proud and straight.
He stooped and fingered the ground.
They argued but he kept writing.
He spoke and they went away.
One by one they went away.
I was so scared.
I groveled, waiting for the first stone.
I don’t remember what he said.
Until he asked me who condemned me.
I looked up and they were all gone.
Even my husband had slunk away.
I said no one who condemned me is here.
He said then he did not condemn me.
He said go and sin no more.
But then they killed him.
He died on a Roman cross.
And his mercy died with him.
Now I do not sin.
Now I beg for crumbs.
Now I wait for death.
Sometimes I think stoning would have been better.
Sometimes I wish for a faster death.
Sometimes I hate him for saving me.
He saved me but could not save himself.
Though Mary says he lives still.
Mary says she talked to him.
Mary reminds me of him.
She has the same gentle strength.
Maybe I will go with her, as she asks.
Go to the people who believe he still lives.
My savior still lives.
Can it be true?