By Philip C. Kolin - Hattiesburg, Mississippi, USA - 19 August 2012


The place of enemies, outcasts
From the promise and the hope


Yet one of them carried the chrism of charity
And balm for abandonment.


This untouchable nation, overflowing
With sores, and lepers running


The peeling roads until
One came clean back


To receive star billing
In the book of eternity.


A Samaritan woman baggaged with so many husbands
Forgot what their touch tasted like.


On the interview of her life, she drew
Water from the pristine patriarch's well


Slaking her thirst for salvation
By satisfying His.