The reflection, image, the comfort of WATER, quenching thirst. The coming Lent Sunday Gospel reading on Jesus going to the well, an encounter with the Samaritan woman: a revealing seeking a drink of water, a conversation, honesty–self-revelation through the Divine leading to salvation. The Arise group this morning proves essential, soothing and healing on levels of advancement. God is good and all giving. The turnout was small, three women and myself. One woman previously attending was unable to be present due to the death of her mother, the funeral conducted in the church as we met. Family members and friends paying tribute. The two women leading Arise are solid, mature in faith and personal lives, one an ecclesiastical minister, friends with Mary from St Paschal Baylon, the same in vocation, the lay minister who guided me into working with the Hospice. Humble, strong, courageous women of families. Inner-circles form within greater circles, circumambulating centered upon the Lord. Saturday Sacred Heart and a day of sanctified manliness, men desiring to be pillars of the church. Everything without coalescing within, disrupting and demolishing the pain from immature dysfunctional fellowship. Water satisfying, cleansing and bathing, healing wounds, deeply penetrating, satisfying thirst. My soul is refreshed, savoring the warmth of families, humble simple people of faith, friendship, and hope.

Jesus calls out from the cross: “I thirst”

Echoes meet as deep is calling unto deep,
over my head, all your mighty waters,
sweeping over me.