The Woman At The Well

 The Woman at the Well

By:  Adrie'lle R. Bollin

How is it that you speak to me

When all the rules say that I am unclean

You are holy and purest of love

I am unruly and steady as mud

Yet because of your son you look past what I see

Deep in my heart you find gold finely weaved

So life is your language and joy is your key

Unlocking potential and casting out grief

 Slowly you guide my feet to your path

Patiently waiting though I get off track

Walking and talking with me all the while

Relishing each of my laughs and my smiles

<sup>John 4:9, 10

9</sup> The Samaritan woman said to him, “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?” (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans)¹⁰ Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.”