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
Erris Poetry 