Clothed in my brokenness (Kirsten Wilson)

    then  
            with the soft thud of dropped stones
            and the stammered shuffle
            of departing feet
            all the eyes are gone
         
            all but his
         
            and his eyes they meet me
            with such intensity
            it drives the air from my chest
         
            even were i clothed
            it seems
            i would stand naked before him
         
            and i understand why my accusers ran
            
            but i 

keep looking 

his eyes will not look away 

keep looking 

hear him say 

has no one condemned you 

                                    

so many men have undressed me 

with their eyes 

have scorned 

and glared 

and judged 

                                    

but they are gone 

and his eyes look at me 

not to possess 

but to create -- 

God before he rested 

forming me 

up out of the gritty dust 

                                    

dressing me with his eyes 

clothing me with 

mercy and 

dignity and 

honor 

  

and i find myself clothed more richly 

in my brokenness 

than ever when I was whole 

clothed so richly 

in his eyes 

my heart finds hope that i might indeed 

                                    

go and sin no more 

--Kirsten Wilson, excerpted from John 8 (a poem in three parts)

To read the entire poem, including the voices of Jesus and the Pharisees,
click below:

http://kirstenwilson.net/2014/03/11/john-8-a-poem-in-three-parts/

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