(Inspired by John 4:4-42)
She replaces the ladle.
Weathered hands rebraid thick plaits
More out of habit this time, than necessity.
Eyes closed, she still sees his face
And hears his rich, gentle voice.
She chokes back a sob,
Remembering he did not judge
Or scold or chide her.
He gave her hope,
And assurance that she was loved.
She had given him a drink,
From the Samaritan well.
Brenda Kay Farber