John 4:11 (TLB) “But you don’t have a rope or a bucket,” she said, “and this is a very deep well! Where would you get this living water?
The woman at the well
So, here I am sitting besides what brings life and joy.
I am waiting for what and who?
I know there is more, my desire is loud,
A voice calling my name, knowing me,
But, I don’t have a rope or a bucket.
Sometimes I am not really sure about joy?
Or life? Or, if I will know when they arrive,
Will my desires be seen, this well is deep,
It’s a long way down to reach the water,
And, I don’t have a rope or a bucket.
I wait and wonder about my aloneness,
Waiting where no one wants to be,
That’s why I am here, by myself,
Lonely, and I don’t have a rope or a bucket.
Waiting, without a rope or a bucket,
My thirst growing, aloneness waits with me.
Love arrives but I don’t have a rope or a bucket,
My unquenchable lust for love is clearly seen,
Waiting, with no rope or bucket,
My heart leaps as its desire walk towards me.
Love comes when I don’t have a rope or a bucket,
Saying to me, “I am here with you, now”.
I look up, empty handed and alone,
Longing for my aloneness to be touched,
Love is fulfilled as light floods in,
Even though I don’t have a rope or a bucket.
