Holy Thursday
The Last Supper
Leaving is never easy.
It seems I've just begun.
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The Woman At The Well
She stands with a jar on her head held high
Who is this woman who comes at noon to the well?
He sees right through her and says with a sigh
“I know who you are.”
I’ve come from afar.
The roar of the wind
The beat of my heart
I hear You say I am Yours.