Through The Field Of Wheat

Life had not been on her side

Shunned from her community

She waits until the heat of the day

To fill her waterpots made of clay

Jacobs well had filled many pots

Quenched many athirst

Who is this man who sits at the well

And tells her to give him drink from the well?

He tells her of living waters

Not of the well but of everlasting life

“Give me this water” she said

Seeking to be spiritually fed

He speaks of her life

And she perceives this man to be a Prophet

How does this man know who I am? She thinks

I am just a Samaritan come to drink

He speaks to her of God

That we must worship Him in spirit and truth

“I know Messias cometh” said the woman of Samaria

The man looked at her, the heat surrounding the area

She looked back at him wide-eyed

“I…am he,” he says, smiling

Not needing to say it twice

This truth, she shared, “Is not this the Christ?!”