At Jacob’s Well

Jacob’s Well

Is where we meet the Lord

Bringing our empty bucket and our thirst

We come alone

No company this time

Just myself and memories

Of how things were at first


How a life of promise

Petered out

Replaced by compromise

And yes self-doubt

How I lost the run of my own self

And ended up just here

And on a shelf


And this is where

My story comes to life

In quiet conversation with this man

Who doesn’t ask me why

Does not condemn

But simply wants to see me

Well again


Brian Fahy

11 March 2023

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