Rocks

I woke up late and picked up a rock.
I thought of what I would do that day.
I dressed, not acknowledging my roommate, and picked up a rock.
I touched my shoulder, thinking of his hands and picked up a rock.
I ate hurriedly and gluttonously, and picked up a rock.
I looked at myself and saw eyes sparkling, face young, full of potential.
I articulated poorly and picked up a rock.
I quit trying.
I picked up a rock.
I met him,
surrendered,
loved it.
I despised myself and loved it.
I picked up a rock,
and another rock,
and another.
I wound up,
ready to throw them at her.
She knew she deserved it and didn't raise her eyes.
This was what the rocks were for.
This was right.
I summoned my strength.
But He looked up at me, and down at her.
I dropped the rocks.
All was quiet.
I looked up at Him.
"Neither do I condemn you.
Go and sin no more."