I stand at the well, Lord,

My mouth dry from wordless journies

Into yesterday.

 

My body aches from trudging out of the valley,

One more time,

Only to see the top of the hill

As another steep descent.

 

Some days there is no horizon, only my feet,

Head bent, I trudge out of dismal into discontent.

 

Now, here I stand, alone…

Looking deep into that well,

I see only the hollow image

Of my own reflection.

 

I knew you once, when life and time were full,

Remember me? I was barefoot

Running through the blue and green…

…sure of you… Creator God!

 

But that was then,

Too long ago for telling.

 

Speak to me Son of God….

Show me again the child.

The child washed fresh by the living water,

Take my hand and run with me!

 

You who knew me from the beginning,

Remember me now.

 

Or, is it I who has forgotten you?

Forgotten your calm,

Your creation, your cross?

 

Refresh me Lord,

Let your spirit and your truth

Spill over me.

 

Let the blessing of your word

Quench my thirst,

Let the flow from living waters cleanse,

And let the balm of your love be my redemption.

 

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Let us pray…

Today, Lord, we ask your blessing upon us,

We know you see us, as who we are, standing at the well.

 

Take who we are in this moment and use us…

Use us to feed the hungry, teach the children, play the music!

Use us to plant the seeds and share the bounty.

Use us to tell others of our experience at the well.

Use us to hold the bucket while others drink.

 

And when our cup is empty Lord,

Fill us in spirit and in truth with the living water.

Amen

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