Poem: “That Well”

That Well

When I was a child of four
Beneath the surgeon’s blazing light
I walked along a burning road
Sun upon me while I bled

By the road I saw a pump,
A handle to bring water up,
Iron black in summer heat,
I struggled near on my small feet

Oh pump of iron, pump of grace
I thirst while blood runs down my face,
Let me drink from that deep well
Of which the Christ of water tells

Foretelling then and now and when
Most merciful to us He sends,
As like a child I might attain
That well and ease my thirst again

October 23, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."