The woman at the well calls Jesus names each one refining, testing him. This unsettling enemy, this “Jew” speaks to her with no edge, requests a drink, then splashes her with a fresh rejoinder. He speaks of Yaweh in a new way addresses her as a sister, this “Sir.” He sees her struggles, bares her secrets presents her life without animosity, tells her past truth and believes in her future. She hails him as Jacob or Jospeh, this “Prophet.” In his real presence she knows herself. She is drenched, a new life wells up in her her desiccated way begins again and she wonders, perhaps, is this the “Christ.”
My hope this poem is a helpful sabbath reflection. Let me know your thoughts, thanks for a heart or a comment. If you want to give this poem a home with a friend, use the share button.
