for Poetry Month
Here by this well at noon He sat,
The day He said,
"Give me to drink..."
And now, they tell me He is dead.
But still upon the tree, they say,
That dreadful day,
To all who thirst and crave"
He water gave;
That from His open side
Gushed forth a tide--
Can living water come from one who died?
Then this is what He meant
That day He said: "Daughter, daughter,
You need but ask,
And I will give you water."
Reflection on the Samaritan Woman (Caritas et Veritas)
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