How to Speak to Your Soul’s Longing

"These poems speak to the soul's longing to return to wholeness where all healing occurs." -Deepak Chopra

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“Living Water,” a Petrarchean sonnet, follows in the Jewish tradition of midrash, which expands on a moment in Scripture. I was taken with the idea that the Samaritan woman may have been a prostitute or some other type of woman considered disreputable in her society, and that Jesus let himself be seen with her publicly to make the point that she and others like her are worthy of respect. I also loved the idea of her reflecting in old age and telling someone (maybe her granddaughter?) about her personal encounter with the man who came to be venerated as the son of God.

Living Water

He came to a town in Samaria, where Jacob’s well was. Tired as he was from the journey, he sat down by the well. And a Samaritan woman came to draw water.

John 4

If I were married, how could I be here

alone? I said. His black eyes shone. He rose

and laid his workman’s hand upon the stone.

A drink, he asked. I held the cup so near

his lips I felt their heat. He said, men fear

the water that could satisfy their souls.

Do you? I watched the warm wind blow his robe

against his skin. I said, I’ve ears to hear.

Just then the others came, and though he smiled

to see his men, he did not turn from me—

stood with me, woman-stranger, in the sun.

There were a thousand like him in those days,

all swearing with great passion, “I am he;”

But in my memory he’s the only one

–Kimberly Gladman Jackson from Materfamilias

Kimberly Gladman Jackson is the author of two poetry collections: Materfamilias and Tesseract. Her website is www.kimberlygladmanjackson.com.

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