The Holy Grail

John 4: Jesus and the Samaritan Woman at the Well. I wrote a version of this story to be consistent with the “Wedding Consummation” implied by the Greek proskuneo. The words I used are all alternate translations of the same Greek text.

Samaria, Watchman, Sychar, End: End of Watch

https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/10/13/thirsty/

Migdal also means tower, like Migdal Eber.

Scholars interpret Micah 4:8 as a prophecy indicating that the Messiah would be revealed from the “tower of the flock” (Migdal Eder) which is connected with the town of Bethlehem, southeast of Jerusalem.

And you, O tower of the flock, hill of daughter Zion, to you it shall come, the former dominion shall come, the sovereignty of daughter Jerusalem. (Micah 4:8 NRSV)

But you, O Bethlehem of Ephrathah, who are one of the little clans of Judah, from you shall come forth for me one who is to rule in Israel, whose origin is from of old, from ancient days. Therefore he shall give them up until the time when she who is in labour has brought forth; then the rest of his kindred shall return to the people of Israel. And he shall stand and feed his flock in the strength of the Lord, in the majesty of the name of the Lord his God. And they shall live secure, for now he shall be great to the ends of the earth; and he shall be the one of peace (Micah 5:2-5 NRSV)

Migdal, Gematria 770

John 4: “Jesus said to her, “Go, call your husband, and come back.” The woman answered him, “I have no husband.” Jesus said to her, “You are right in saying, ‘I have no husband‘; for you have had five husbands, and the man you are now living with is not your husband.”

Jesus is the 7th. 7 + 770 is 777 : last day of creation, perfection of the Trinity.

Catholic Church maintained generation of this well, but switched the conception to Jesus’ mother Mary:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary%27s_Well .

Fulfillment

Ecstasy suffused

Her; articulate voice, now

Mouthing vowels of love

Her first juices are

Lovely; the second nectar

Is velvet new life.

My pelvis to hers

Creates a circuit from the

Sacrum to her heart

Through her throat into

My mouth, down my throat and to

My heart, sacrum and

Back into her, a

Holy electricity,

We revivify.

Portraits of the Artist, Pre and Post

Relics of ages
Past, my fading images.
Recall I, age five.

Dad said he thought Mom
Was cheating on him, and I
Said, “I think she has

A boyfriend, Dad.” Dad
Still mentions this, thirty years
Later. Some part of me

Believes I caused it,
That if I’d kept my mouth shut,
They could have worked it

Out. My reward for
My psychic abilities:
My parents’ divorce.

But, even then,
I knew it true. Because she
Was cheating on me,

She loved Craig the best,
Even though I was better.
Eric hated me;

I made Dad yell at
Him, not by what I did, but
By being better.

And then it was that
Way with everybody. “If
You’re so smart, why can’t

You do anything?”
I believed I had a gift,
But had squandered it.

I return the photos
To their drawer, understanding
That the boy is still

Me. I hug him, and
Tell him he is loved, wanted,
And he was made right.

Eternal Union

Marriage changes us.
She is part of me now, and I
Am part of her. No

Turning back. Forever.
She is Eve and Lilith, I
Am Cain and Abel.

Sacrifice, and then
Celebration, repeat. We
Fight together, we

Fight each other. Our
House, our sailing ship in which
We make the world.