Thursday, March 12, 2009

A Poem Inspired by The Woman at the Well


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Wait Well
Based on John 4:1-38

Like her
Cry when its time to cry
Ride the rollercoaster of it all
Go to the well with empty jar:
expecting to be slaked

When you see The Stranger
and realize he knows all
your foibles, losses, Cracked Places
too well to be anything but a Diviner

Leave your jar
Go tell those you love
And when you return
the jar will be full of
laughing waters for you,
for him, and for all of his friends

2 comments:

mari mayborn said...

Thank you for this poem. It struck me that in Jesus seeing all her cracked places...instead of bringing shame, it must have been relief as when we have someone with whom we can bear our souls...how freeing that truly is.
Laughing waters...beautiful phrase. How many times had she drawn water, washed in it--but never really felt clean. To finally have the burden lifted, to no longer hide in shame, to walk in freedom: laughing waters, indeed. Thanks.

Anonymous said...

Dear Mari,

Thank you for reading. Thank you for your comment.

And, I say: AMEN to all you have written.