Meeting at the Well

The snarls of life
hold me captive
in the daybreak of my darkness

His gaze sees through me
to the spark I think is gone
smothered in the night

by thirsty passions
spent in worthless flings
I call my loves

They can’t quench
the hunger of my emptiness
or fill my longing soul

He sees it all
and judges me His own
in need of healing

I draw Him water
feel strengthened to be whole
without the asking

Strong enough to face the truth
of what He sees in me
a temple full of beauty

unveiled by tears
kneeling and knowing
I’ll never live the same again

When I meet Him at the well

Jean E. Taddonio


About geniecan

Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane
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