Monday, March 16, 2009

Oh...Her...

She's a low-life.
She's scorned.
She's a mess.
Very used.
Now busted,
stands accused
by man and church.

And the church is right.

She's a blatant sinner.

We mustn't fool ourselves...

She knows it.
















"Where are your accusers?"
He asks.

Relunctantly,
she looks up.

And she sees...

no look of disgust,
no trace of lust,
no pointing finger, it...
writing in the dust...

There He was...
Love of God...
Personified.



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1 comment:

Laura said...

Ah. As I scrolled down the page, I felt these words were describing me. But then...I remembered that I am redeemed.
Thank you for the beautiful scenes you create with your words.