08 Jul A Weary Woman Meets A Weary Messiah
Posted at 17:28h
in Poems
Harvest sun, harvest sun
Walking in the heat of the day
And it’s sad I’m the only one
Who wanted to walk this way
Harvest sun, harvest sun
There’s more that I want to be
In my bed sleeps someone
Who won’t even walk with me
So what’s the purpose, then
Of coming to draw a drink
If the day will repeat again
And deeper in the well I sink
And yet it’s only the men
That make every day distinct
They’re why I descend
At least, that’s what I think
But maybe, I’m someone’s Rebekah
Maybe it’s why I come here
My fear is someone knows everything
And then I can’t pretend I’m not fading
You appear to Me to be someone’s wife
Yet you come to this well alone
Now, I give the water of everlasting life
And I can make you a cornerstone
So what’s the purpose, then
Of the words I say in prayer
At the top of the mountain
I don’t even know what’s there
God of Jacob, see
Listen to Your instinct
Choose anyone but me
At least, that’s what I think
But maybe, I’m someone’s Rebekah
Maybe it’s why You came here
You appear to me, have You been waiting
If You know it all, then why am I fading
A fountain of living water can flood
All the earth in the Spirit
And yet life is found only in the blood
So drink this Truth if you hear it
For the first time, today
I want to say
I’m not thirsty even
In the harvest sun
For the first time, today
I want to say
Instead of walking back
I decided to run