Hello! I know I am almost a week late in this post- which was supposed to go up Saturday- I apologize and ask for MORE grace and thank you for it! But, today I offer you a poem. Not just any poem, but a story I have rewritten so many times now, I am surprised I can still breathe new life into it…ah, but then again, why SHOULD that surprise me? The Author of this story ultimately IS Spirit...and able to breathe new life to old things, even bring dead things to life! It is but a small miracle, but a miracle no less that this story continues to be told ANEW- many years after it became my own.
I have taken John Chapter 4 and from an original devotional piece I wrote, which has been told and shared in different ways over the years (by me) transformed it into a poem. Since it’s National Poetry Month – HOORAY! – and I have wanted to change it into poem form for awhile, well it’s perfect timing – even though 5 days late for our journey!
Also I would love to know how you are doing with Journaling with John – I will be back Saturday but let me know in the comments!
I hope you enjoy this poem as we Revisit the Samaritan Woman…
If you have any thoughts, suggestions on the form or content, or feedback I am open to it!
He purposed to be there that day…
once more, this man defied the plans
the students had for their teacher
shaking their heads in disbelief,
they looked upon Samaria,
a place despised by their people
Jesus led them there showing,
once more, the ways of the Father
are not the ways of the children
So off they went to get food …but Jesus stayed behind.
There she stood, alone, by Jacob’s well, midday
avoiding the busier times of morning and late afternoon
She knew exactly when to draw water from this well
to avoid the abrasive remarks, cutting stares
and uncomfortable confrontations
Yet she could not avoid this one appointment
with destiny at the hands of the pursuing, loving
and everlasting reach purposed for her that day
Looking upon her with gentle eyes, she was embraced
without a touch, to her, it seemed this man could
see into her very soul…
She knew he was a prophet, but learned he was much more
he spoke words of acceptance, grace and truth-
offering Living Water to quench her thirst
Spiritual renewal, refreshment and life eternal
came to the woman at the well that day as
Messiah revealed himself to her
The invitation stands today…
Jesus offers the truth of His living water
to the lowly, despised and forgotten
to all who long for truth, sincerely-
without regard for station
He makes a way to meet us where we are
whether on the beaten path or the well hid road
Jesus “had to go through Samaria”…
Is it any wonder why?
Thanks for reading! Happy National Poetry Month!
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