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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4016 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Well II Gary Blankenship “Drink my lord," she said… -Genesis 24:18 I am the well dug before El-Baal radioed his promise to his people, deep enough to reach the waters of the Garden’s rivers, lined with stone quarried by giants born of the First and exiled men. I am the well, draw from me. * You are the water, cold as from heaven’s mountains, pure as a day-old lamb, water to quench the thirst of king, wife, and servant alike, tonic for your camel, goat, ox. You are the water, drink of me. * We are the skin crafted to retrieve the waters, tanned from our father’s goats, cut and sown by our mother’s thread, a measure for your sheep, herds, children crops, kitchen. We are the skin, tip us. * I am the rope braided by grandmothers long past. I am the girl, the rope smooth in my hands used to rough work. You are the sun send to quicken your servant’s thirst so he may find your bride. * Hands, rope, skin, well, water: We are His plan as quick as the knife, as bold as the orphan, as sure as the sacrifices made and yet to come. * We are, Rebekah. |
