At the Well

At the Well

Angela Ricks

Day after day

The sun high

The land dry

I come to the well

Empty

Desperate for something

To quench my thirst.

Coming like Rachel

With all her sheep.

Jacob rolled away the heavy stone

And water filled them all.

Art thou greater than he?

Then He rolled away the stone

of my heavy heart

Drew deep in the well

And living water filled

All that was empty in me.