Jacob's Daughter

No name


Just "Samaritan woman"


Approached by a well by an odd man


At an odd time:


no one is supposed to be here right now,


right now, when her shame forced her to draw water alone




But shame was no match


for the Living Water


that baptized the isolated whore,


raised her into prophetess, evangelist, beloved.




"our Father Jacob," she said,


but did she see?


Jacob's wife was found at the well, and Isaac's too.


Two matriarchs,


fountain-heads of descendents,


carriers of promise,


approached the well


and left betrothed


and grafted


into a covenant.

Those women came and offered water,

but you came and received it.




Do you see, nameless Samaritan woman?


You have left the well just as your mothers did:


betrothed, dignified, grafted in, chosen.

thirst quenched.


A new mother to the many who believed your testimony


A new matriarch for a new covenant.

A new Bride to God himself.