Come to Cana

A found poem 

Now there were six 

Stone water jars there

For the Jewish rites of

Your tradition 

You have made void

Purification.

Come, everyone who thirsts.

If you knew the gift

Of God, 

You would have asked Him

Come to the waters!

And He would have given 

A spring of water welling up

The master of the feast 

Tasted

The water now become 

Wine.

Living Water.

The Spirit and the Bride say,
“Come!”

Photo Credit: Pixabay

Published by Stephanie Agnes-Crockett

Hi, there! My name is Stephanie and I’m a Fresno, CA native. After studying at Biola University, I received my MLIS (Masters in Library Science) from San Jose State University. I live with my mom, poet Kimberly Vargas Agnese, and serve as her unofficial agent. We reside at MeadowArc, a food forest in its infancy. I am called to, and passionate about, purity. In fact, the name Agnes means “pure.” Before I was born, my mom felt led to include the name Agnes in her name, and in the names of her children. My full, hyphenated name includes 26 letters (but not the whole alphabet).

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