Samaritan Woman

Heat-trodden hardness stinging into foot,
Labouring under sun’s skin-parching glare,
Lumbering her water-jug along rut,
Carved by those who would despise and stare.
Another outcast standing by, a Jew,
Looks into her and begins to speak,
He dares to read her soul right through,
A fortress of sorrows begins to creak.
Hard tar-lumps of hostility dissolve,
More personal resentments now retire,
The strange man fills her with a new resolve,
Gives her the taste of eternal desire.
Running to make love’s revelation heard,
She drinks the living waters of the Word.

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