Between the mountains of curses and blessings
We hold the memory of prophets and kings.
I follow the footsteps of Dinah’s shaming
To draw water for cooking and washing small-things.
Like Dinah, the men in my life led to naming
That I could not wed a husband of mine.
Yet lonely I’m not for I live with another
I survive with whoever is there at the time.
For such is the life of Samaria’s woman
That during the day I would go to the well.
I am met and conversed with – by a Messiah!
My story he details and chooses to tell.
We joust with our words in long repartee -
A dialogue given for many to comment.
His wisdom and care lightens my spirit.
Somehow I know I am called to speak out.
I run into town to tell all and sundry –
Here is good news – let there be no doubt.
I follow Him now – and will do so forever
Join with me in song – Join with me to shout:
Hosanna! Hosanna! The Lord is come!
(Samaritan Woman at the Well – John 4)
© 2017, A.Koh-Butler
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