The cupped hand raises itself
to the waiting lips,
certain of the gift given,
the water to be received.
Self meeting self in communion
of revelation and Spirit.
Duplicity is laid aside in favor
of the transparent glass,
the know-as-known reality.
Oh, drink deeply this cool water,
savor the natural Eucharist
only the woman of the well knows.
Drink the water that passed between
the stranger and the world
weary woman hesitating on the lip
of grace. Swallow the drops
from the deep well of recognition.