Poetry

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THIRSTY?

The sun beat hot on her head
The water jar was heavy; her shoulder ached..
What drove her to the well each day,
At midday, when no-one was around to sneer?
Thirsty...she craved water; dirty, she needed to wash.

A stranger sat on the side of the well - a Jewish man!
What was he doing there? What did he want?
“Give me a drink.”
What! Thirsty too? Why ask me?
I have proved that no man can quench my thirst
and I can tame no man’s raving passion.

“Woman, I need the water you can give me,
but you need the water I can give you,
eternal water that will forever quench
the yearning of your soul.”

You drink at the polluted wells of human lust;
Men undress you with their eyes
try to slake their thirst
From a murky well...

But I see the nakedness of your soul;
hear your cries for love, acceptance, rest.
Not the endless drawing from your polluted pool
But a stream of fresh, pure love
to satisfy...forever.

“Sir, give me this water. Fill my jar to overflowing.
I never want to come here again!”

“Woman, I am the fountain. Drink deep of me, your Messiah.
You will never thirst again
For love that can never
SATISFY. “

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