Martha and Mary

She just sat there listening, that was all
He wanted, not heavy meals, or deep sighs
Of self-martyrdom, just to hear his call
Was all he asked for, with patient eyes.
Drinking from his well, the kind Gospel clear
She washed in his crystal pool of love
Letting him teach her to new music hear
Song of salvation sung through grace above.
Martha was angry, whining about her,
Why did he not order her to her chores?
Yet there was just one thing he would prefer
Of her, to stop and swim in his wise laws.
He does not want our frenzy, just our hearts
To rest in him. Lay down the lesser parts.

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