Drawing water from the well
By chance I met a man today
Who stopped and talked to me.
To me! I knew that I must go that way
through a foreign town
and rest a while at Jacobs well
although my friends would frown.
Earthly bread
filled their head.
By chance he asked me for a drink
“You are a Jew” I said.
A Jew! I asked the woman for a drink.
It was my Father’s way
to give to her a special gift
for which she couldn’t pay.
O ask of me
eternity.
By chance I felt inclined to talk
And questioned him at length.
At length! I drew from her and she from me
water from our wells.
She drank from my acceptance
until her thirst was quelled.
Truth sparkled forth
through our discourse.
Was it really chance he spoke to me
A prophet, one who sees?
Who sees!
I saw Him too ...
And in my haste to share
I left my water pot
And didn’t even care.
Messiah’s here?
Messiah’s here!
© 2016 by J. K. Phillips