At the well I found a stranger
and a polite request for water.
It was a hot day,
and the man had no bucket.
A Jew, I thought to myself;
still, at that moment
he was no different than I,
thirsty, and in need of a drink.
I gave him more than that,
flirted with him, (old habits!),
and asked how he could stand
to accept a drink from a foreign woman.
Taking the cup with a laugh, and a wink,
he made a joke
about water which refreshes
and lasts for ever.
Give me some! I said,
chuckling at the thought
of being spared my daily routine.
Imagine my surprise when he did!
I still walk to the well every day
to draw water; but now it is no chore,
now it is pilgrimage,
now it is worship.
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