In the Gospel of John, in the eighth chapter there’s a story about a woman that bunch of guys grabbed and dragged out to stand before Jesus. They said, “Teacher (rabbi), this woman was caught in the act of adultery.” They had brought only the woman, it seems. “The law says she should be stoned to death. (How ’bout it?)” The story goes that Jesus crouched down and dragged his finger through the dust on the ground for a minute, then stood up and said, “Whomever among you is without this sin, cast the first stone.”
This story is about that story.
Everybody
“Everybody” is what he wrote with his weak finger in lines in dust.
Not just me, but them too, and Him too. Every person on this whole earth.
They dragged me way out here. They were just waiting for us to enter that room
So they could catch us, and I still don’t know yet if the man I trusted in
Our gamble is one of those who caught me or if he slipped away unseen.
Then in shame they threw me at the feet of this crazed Nazarene rabbi man
Jeering like they knew things, as if my previous shame had not been enough.
But none of those men cared for me in any way or for the deeds they so
Accused me of. It was nothing for them but a scorching of their own souls
And a blunt accusation of the Nazarene, for what cause, I can’t say.
The rabbi wrote in the sand with his finger then: “Everybody’s lonely”
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