Living Water
Living Water
It was about midday
dusty, hot,
earth scorched underfoot.
I came to the well.
The other women, I avoid them,
had long gone.
He was there, sitting beside it.
He asked me for a drink.
What was this?
Me, a Samaritan woman,
Him, a Jew.
I looked up, warily,
His eyes searched mine,
I felt His gaze reach
way down inside me.
He talked about giving me,
Living water
How, I thought
Where is your bucket?
But He went on, He said
with the water He gave
I would never thirst again.
What did He mean?
I wanted that water.
His voice, spoke softly about,
A spring of living water
Welling up to
Eternal Life.
Who was this man?
He knew all about me, for sure,
My whole life, everything.
I went to tell the whole village
That I'd found
The Messiah
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