Gushing Water

Poetry based on John 4 In the dry, parched place, wind blows. Sun scorches. Mouths thirst. Isolated thoughts nag a weary soul. Rocks of harm stack, stones of judgment pile, pebbles of coarse words mound, sand grains of tedium add to the heap. The dam of cynicism erects: moments of missed grace, good news ignored, generosity abandoned, lies believed. She, a harsh survivor, does what she must. She covers her vulnerable heart with a sheath of frosty scorn and carries out her task. In this scorched land, a voice comes proclaiming water. Gushing water! Gushing life! For the first time,…