I always loved to think that when she set down the jar and went running home that she had ‘become the jar’…all that living water sloshing about and over as she ran. We are the clay jars…
Love that imaginative reading—it makes me think that before this moment she was used to consuming/drinking the water she previously collected, but then on this day, she ends up being the one consumed (positively speaking) through the encounter with Christ. I also love the idea that scripture itself is a well, and that continues to bring about fresh meanings and insights to our days.
“No one can see that her heart/burns for salvation.” I love how deftly you move from the physical description of her task to the unseen and inward. The poem turns so well on this line! It introduces the matters of the heart that only God can see, which prepares the way for his entrance into the poem. Beautiful!
This story has always been precious to me. Thank you for reenvisioning it through poetry. 🙏🏻
Thank you for reading 🙏🏻
I always loved to think that when she set down the jar and went running home that she had ‘become the jar’…all that living water sloshing about and over as she ran. We are the clay jars…
Love that imaginative reading—it makes me think that before this moment she was used to consuming/drinking the water she previously collected, but then on this day, she ends up being the one consumed (positively speaking) through the encounter with Christ. I also love the idea that scripture itself is a well, and that continues to bring about fresh meanings and insights to our days.
“No one can see that her heart/burns for salvation.” I love how deftly you move from the physical description of her task to the unseen and inward. The poem turns so well on this line! It introduces the matters of the heart that only God can see, which prepares the way for his entrance into the poem. Beautiful!
♥️thank you Alison
So grateful for our living water! Thank you, Drew and Kassi, for the poem and reflection.
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