While a cricket sings his ageless 
Earth- filled song,
Lightning splits a clouded sky.
Drums of thunder
Echo strength,
From an obedient wind.
The wind comes,
The rain comes,
The storm rages…
And then-
An azure patch
Breaks thru
The descending darkness, 
Pulsing hope…
Inviting sparrows and all,
To wing their way home.
I listen…
I watch…
While raindrops fall,
On my face,
On my soul,
And I am renewed,
Trusting as a sparrow.
I am the Woman at the Well,
Filled from one drop,
Thirsting no more.


By Sharon Frye