The Seventh Man
what brings her here under middle noon’s sun
alone,
with cracked lips parched tongue and a jar
empty,
to this her father’s well
through autumn’s harvest and spring’s new birth
her jar dips at Jacob’s cistern
thirsty hands grasp it hopeful
to satisfy a heart’s yearning
to bind up wounds and scars
to refresh a calloused soul
yet countless days she draws lukewarm stagnancy
with raised brow women whisper as she passes by
cynicism her shield drowns their sneers:
The Unfaithful.
The Shamed.
The Whore.
judgment falls a javelin to pierce
The Bruised
but the bitter truth
her bride’s dream five times broken – she is:
The Tried and Used.
The Unwanted.
The Lacking.
dust dirtied cheeks sand clings
where once ran a stream of tears
from sunken eyes to gaunt sun-scorched skin
but today He rests there, waiting, knowing
He sees her mind’s ever playing cinema: from the first to the fifth
Abandoned
Rejected
Dismissed
resigned to a sixth lover’s disgrace
unworthy to wear a wedding band
He calls
from the well-side offering his drink
a promise
within his cusped hand glows
would she trust him could she dare
with battered beaten heart shreds
with hardened spiteful soul
would he love her could he dare
to lay his pearls around her brazen neck
to clasp her dirty hand in his flawless ones
her story, hurt, desire, shame
lay open before his blinding sunlight
trembling she reaches out with
empty cusped hands
his words flow
his flood waters breach - break her proud walls
springs of living water cascading through her veins
breathing life abundantly she dips from her Father’s well
his embrace satisfies her heart’s yearning
his gentle hands heal her broken spirit
his clear eyes make her soul alive
waves of love quench for eternal time
collapsed at his feet her tears fall and rightly so
for she knows that he knows her
Imperfection
Unsightliness
Stain
yet he sang softly
“let me fill your jar forever after
come away with me my bride”
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