Friday, March 15, 2013

(John 4:  4-42)

In the long shadowed evening
   In the first quiet of the day
He sat at the well’s edge
   And brushed a pebble
   Down to Jacob’s water.

She walked
   Across the shadows
Balancing a jar on her head
   With her shadow
     Clinging to her.

Who is this,                                      
   She wondered,
And as the pebble touched water
   All her secrets
    Rippled between them.

He asked for a drink
She opened her heart
He told her everything
   She forgave him.

And though she gave Him water

    He would cry,


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