Day 19- Living Water

19th Oct 2019 



Happy Saturday everyone.
I have dragged myself to Day 19 of OctPoWriMo 2019. I have amazed myself. But, I musn't get complacent.

Not going with the prompt today

Instead, I will share a poem I wrote yesterday to take to Poetry Tea Time at my daughter's.
 I said the name should be changed to Poetry Lunch Time as that's when they normally have this special happening.

On Thursday I was playing with words with the children, who range in age from 2 - 15. We were making up stories together and a little bit of poetry.
I'd left them with a prompt to work on - Water - saying that I'd be looking forward to their creations.
Then yesterday my daughter asked if we'd ( my husband and I) would like to join them for Poetry Tea Time.
We usually read other people's poems, you, know famous people.
 I said it would be lovely to hear the children's efforts with the prompt I'd given them as well.
Then, of course, I couldn't opt out. I had to have my own Water poem to read. So I sat and wrote this just before we went.

Living Water

It was about midday

dusty, hot,

 earth scorched underfoot.

I came to the well. 

The other women, I avoid them, 

had long gone.

He was there, sitting beside it.

He asked me for a drink.

What was this?

Me, a Samaritan woman,

Him, a Jew.

I looked up, warily, 

His eyes searched mine,

I felt His gaze reach

way down inside me.

He talked about giving me,

Living water

How, I thought

Where is your bucket?

But He went on, He said

with the water He gave

I would never thirst again.

What did He mean? 

I wanted that water.

His voice, spoke softly about,

A spring of living water

Welling up to 

Eternal Life.

Who was this man?

He knew all about me, for sure,

My whole life, everything.

I went to tell the whole village

That I'd found 

The Messiah