have no bucket, and this well is deep,
She counters. He explains souls inner spring,
Alive, refreshes like arousing sleep
To consciousness, like foot evolving wing
The miracle transcends, eternal life
Its source, as waters essence is
What prophets craved its taste, what barren wife
Trudged up this vulture mountain for one drink
From this plain cup our common mothers thirst
Forever quenched. We are
Gods temple, blessed
Our bubbling baptized spirits gushing burst
These water-jars like sex, Creations zest!
Ive come, your unborn child, your Christ, to teach
You how to worship: Cup your hands, and reach.