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A Place for Thrown Stones

by Max Bouillet

[4] they said to him, "Teacher, this woman has been caught in the act of adultery.
[5] Now in the law Moses commanded us to stone such. What do you say about her?"
[7] And as they continued to ask him, he stood up and said to them, "Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her."
[9] But when they heard it, they went away, one by one, beginning with the eldest, and Jesus was left alone with the woman standing before him.
[10] Jesus looked up and said to her, "Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?"
[11] She said, "No one, Lord." And Jesus said, "Neither do I condemn you; go, and do not sin again."

--John 8:4-11, Holy Bible: Revised Standard Version


Caught up in lust,
she once again falls into flesh
and soon finds herself surrounded
by angry stones.

She runs from her fate
only to find her savior suspended, spiked and speared.
She heaves herself beneath Him
into the dim coolness betwixt Him and the sun.

Resigning herself to her destiny,
she steps toward her accusers
--only to find that she is trapped
in the shadows of the cross,
imprisoned in the right angles of divine shade.

Crimson streams gush
down the wood and stain her soul.
She looses her flesh and becomes
one with the absence of sun.
Nourished by the grace
of a dead savior,
her only pardon comes at nightfall
when she is free to dance on darkened-clouds
and revel in the sweat of young lovers.

Every sunrise is a sentence to be jailed
in the shadows of tombstones
whispering to the dead
and hiding in their bones,
‘til Christ returns,
forgives her once again,
and takes her home.

05/21/2005

Author's Note: I have always been curious what happened to the woman that Christ saved in John 8:1-11. How did she take the news of his crucifixion? This verse is a continuation of the story provided in John 8:1-11. It attempts to look at this nameless woman in greater detail. ~Max

Posted on 05/22/2005
Copyright © 2022 Max Bouillet

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Christina Bruno on 05/22/05 at 01:48 AM

this is so creative, i knew it was about that woman when i saw the title...it has such beautiful images, excellent i like the dancing part great job!!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/22/05 at 02:18 AM

Strong emotional content! Quite a story. I would have told it differently but yours is very poignant and descriptive. A tale of pathos and faithlessness. The last stanza has a theological twist that I would have to debate! LOL!

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/22/05 at 02:43 AM

Yes, with this associations alive she cannot but 'live' and 'sin' and wait. But then despite this 'living' she is in the process of an unending trial which is better than postponing living.

Posted by Graeme Fielden on 05/25/05 at 04:47 AM

A very thoughtful piece, Br Max...very well written, as always...:)

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 05/26/05 at 12:57 PM

only you can take a Bible verse and intrigue this one of wicked witchery *grin*... seriously though, insightful look into a piece of work that has many facets and many angles... excellent read... blessings...

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/27/05 at 06:15 PM

you continue the tradition well Max, to an atypical conclusion. and what befell that woman befalls us all and who will be the last left standing to cast the stone, but there are none to cast it upon saving the solitary person who must now accuse himself of loneliness, knock it against his own noggin and make friendships of stars. this hits me in my six pack abs, Max! thank you I needed the jolt.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 05/30/05 at 04:34 AM

Let him who believes cast the first poem. Well done Max....Charlie

Posted by Carolyn Coville on 06/01/05 at 03:48 PM

i really like your creative continuation of the story, Max...the writing is intense, and thought provoking to say the least

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