No Stone Cast

He fled from me, left me to take the blame,
They dragged me out for satisfaction,
To cast their sins at scapegoat of ill fame,
Readying themselves for brutal action.
They brought me to the weirdo stopping by,
Asked him what to do with me, he bent,
Writing in the dust. Did my sentence lie
With this mad prophet? Would my life be spent?
He got up, told the sinless one to cast,
The first stone against me, that shut them up,
The grey-beards went first, then the young ones fast,
Just us two left, I drank from mercy’s cup.
None could condemn me, so he set me free,
To sin no more and God’s own lover be.

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