The Woman At The Well Poem by Randy McClave

She was the woman at the well
As the Bible does tell,
She had a husband not ever or any
She was passed around like a penny.
Other women laughed and shunned her
At her they all did laugh and mock and slur,
So, she went alone to fill her jars with water
As the sun rose and the days got hotter.
There she arrived with her water jars
All alone she was among the stars,
With her no other woman would ever speak
Even if in need, she knew no help could she ever seek.
Unto her no one would ever speak a kind word
Speaking to her kind was always unheard,
Then with loss and loliness she began to think
Then she heard a voice, 'Could you give me a drink'.

Randy L. McClave