give me a drink
of your water
from a well
that is unfit for me
give me a drink
of your water
that man's
not your husband
i see
give me a drink
of your water
and I will
set you free
give me a drink
of your water
come live forever
in me
Peace ~ Rene
There was a haunting beauty behind her eyes, beyond her sorrow, a beauty that found its way into one’s heart and led them home.
This one confused me a bit. The part about "that man's not your husband" threw me off. I thought I was getting better at interpreting your work, but I'm lost here. Care to explain or would you rather be mysterious?
ReplyDeleteCheers,
SLC
woman at the well...becuase the man she lives with now is not her husband...nicely done...
ReplyDeleteGladly Spencer, this poem is based on John 4
ReplyDeleteThe Samaratin Woman At The Well
Peace ~ Rene
That does help, Renee, thanks. :)
ReplyDeleteHmm...still thinking about this one. I like the imagery quite a lot, though :)
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. For some reason, I thought right away of the woman at the well. Your poetry is very intriguing.
ReplyDeleteThought you might like to know that I have a visitor on my blog, today, who will be sharing her grampa's true-life adventures as a Rider on one of the Orphan Trains! There's room for everyone to gather in close and get to know Donna, while enjoying her wonderful story-telling talents. I look forward to seeing you there.
Yaya
Yaya's Changing World
that was ....extraodinary...
ReplyDeleteI was worried for your marriage until I read that it was based on a parable. Phew! So happy to find that I totally misinterpreted. :)
ReplyDeleteYeah, that one line in the middle is twisting up a lot of folks...
ReplyDeleteI like it! Just when you think you have everything figured out...whoa :)
Peace ~ Rene
drink deeply, Lady Rene...
ReplyDeleteAn appropriate yet inspiring poem for Lent... living water. Great work.
ReplyDeleteRene, Rene, Rene. I've been so negligent in keeping up with blogs, etc. So what a nice treat to come to this one. And I was so proud of myself... oh, wait, pride cometh before the fall. Anyway, I knew what you were writing about and it's lovely! A great story, and one that's so important to remember. Hooray for the spring countdown!! Peace, hugs. ~ Ginny
ReplyDeleteMade me think of that post I did a while ago about the woman in a village in India who was ostracized by the entire village because she touched the arm of an outsider at the well....
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the old story of the woman at the well.
ReplyDeleteYour allusion was clear to me too. Don't change a thing! I loved its rhythm.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done.
ReplyDeletewonderful. Love it totally. Love this bit in particular:
ReplyDelete"from a well
that is unfit for me"
nice.