Her Name is Not Spoken But her Face is Seen
A reading on John 8:1-11
I cast a stone but
It ricocheted back
To me
In her plight I saw
I was not
Free.
In my grasping, accusing
Tone
Did I not notice the sin
Was not her’s alone?
But my vile need
For adulation
From the mob.
Her name was not
Spoken
Yet her face seemed to say:
My name was not called
As they allow me no dignity
Let alone integrity.
But my face
Is known
It is seen in many
A place, or stage
And age
Where nameless women
Are objectified and tried
By the menacing mob
Ironically lustful
For their own ends.
Who can cast a stone?
It comes back
To stony hearts
That know not they are flesh.
Simon C.J. Falk 6 April 2019
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This practice of stoning women, usually for crimes men have been complicit in, is a terrible thing. Thank you for writing about it.
Thanks, Pam. Dreadful, isn’t it. Humanity’s inhumanity to it’s own. Can’t help but be moved by such things.
So true.😩