Martha and Mary
What is it about her grace, her face to face,
whilst sitting there so sure?
Why is she so different from me, who tries nothing left to do,
or done that is done poor?
Why is she commended sitting at His feet, while Martha’s work is tended
in kitchen sweat and heat?
Surely this is time to sup, to sit to sup and eat?
I feel without sufficient grace to model Mary’s better place.
Yet, I feel quite certain. Yes. This is surely what I think,
though Martha’s sister’s grace seems also to have missed her,
these words that balance love and faith, most carefully were sent.
John commits them, pen and ink: ‘Jesus loved both Martha, and her sister.’
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