At The Well Poem by Randy McClave

She was an outcast
She was continually mocked and harassed,
And she was ostracized and marked as immoral
She was an unmarried woman living with her sixth man to the plural.

This was and is a truthful tale
There he stood without a bucket or even a pail,
And she was the person that he saw first
And then and there he asked her for water for his thirst.

She told him why that she was the only woman there
About that fact he didn't care,
Then she told him how his people despised her people
Because, they didn't believed and there was no steeple.

And there he stood just asking her for a drink
What else was she to believe or even think,
She thought and believed and said, "no one ever saw any value in me"
What they saw was what they wanted to see.

She was used and she was often deceived
Sadly unto her lies were told and distrusts she had believed,
So, she went to the well at midday always all alone
And by herself she had wished to atone.

As she stood near the well unto his words she did listen
Then the water in her bucket began to shine and glisten,
So, she happily gave him water for his thirstiness
Happily she did the deed to all she would later confess.

Then unto her he then smiled and then he did pray
And then from her in joy he just walked away,
Then alone, she thought a little bit more
Then she realized it wasn't the water in the well that he came for.

Randy L. McClave