The Women at the Well- ann masai
We are the women at the well; We who draw up the sacred water under a red sun as a child pulls at our skirts. We gather, share stories, spill our laments onto the ground where they seep to the underworld. Weathered hands raise and lower the bucket endlessly refreshing dry vessels, and, at times, hope. We are courageous who dare to work the bucket into the earth's dark places. We labor to raise earth's vein of tears, Where we have hidden our sorrows. And by doing so, Both honor and purify the darkness; This I know: we do the holy work.