Sychar | Deep calls, deep wells

Thirsty, so thirsty,
panting for streams of water
on the brink of burn out,
are we

But we don’t run to the well,
do we
Disillusioned, addicted
Trembling at mountains of fear

Moons, blue moons
All of us heavy laden
Tired, burned out, forgotten
Remember now
Therefore I will remember you
from the land of the Jordan,
the heights of Hermon
from Mount Mizar.

Come
come to me
Come have your fill
Come have freely

Will you give me a drink?
I have nothing to draw with,
And this well is deep.

Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me.

Come drink deeply
Come drink freely
Come have your fill
Come join the joyous assembly

Oh but you must sit and eat
Take a seat,
To replenish, to be satisfied
To belong, to rest

As water wells up inside
Up to eternal life.

-Lené Pienaar