Unquenchable

How did it all get so complicated? She kicks the dirt under her feet, creating a trail of little puffs which quietly settle as she moves on. Where did that sense of winning the cosmic lottery disappear?

All she could see now is this vast desert… All she could feel was being held captive by this wretched no-man-land.

Neither here.

Nor there.

One foot here.

One foot there.

Both arms outstretched, grasping here and grasping there. Left empty-handed. 

Belonging nowhere. A stranger. An outcast. Her thirst growing stronger…moving her… pushing her deeper and deeper…

Despair has no bottom.

And to think that she used to believe that God cared.  That He cared for her… That the Almighty Creator of the Universe would bother Himself…with somebody…like… her…

So thirsty.

So lost.

So… insignificant and… worthless.

A garbage heap of useless.

The tears welling up from deep down and the scorching heat of the mid-day are playing with her vision.  She is almost there... and she sees... what looks like a man… sitting at the well.  

I am seeing things that don’t exist! I am going insane! There can be no man at the well at this hour!

The ground under her feet is shifting as she feels like she is losing the grip on her mind.

But then the chimera opens His mouth – His lips cracked and parched just like hers. He is talking! He is talking to her. A simple, obvious request using ordinary, commonplace words.

Give Me a drink.