Living Source
by Janice MacLean
I traveled with a friend to the crypt of church in Nablus in Palestine where, by tradition, the story of the woman at the well takes place.
There was a well.
There was a bucket.
I had a drink of water.
Ordinary water.
It was more than water.
It was living water
resonating still
with energy
reverberating
from the stones.
The well is deep,
so very
deep.
The depth of
that
bold conversation
that
mutual exchange
that
thirsty grace
still
flows.
