The spit-upon
are nameless
shadow puppets
hugging the wall.
They lurk at the edges
of our vision,
flickering dimly.
Yet the Rabbi
made eye contact
and spoke
life in metaphors
confusing
and inexplicable.
"Identify yourself"
is the moment of truth.
She does not flinch
but names herself
as fallen.
He opens the door
to her understanding
by reading her
brokenness,
then stuns her further
by offering His hand
and
a future.
The spit-upon
became the daughter
of the King -
head held high
she rejoiced
and called all
to meet the One
who renamed her,
Beloved.
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