Sit quietly, Mary.

Sit quietly, Mary,

and try to become invisible

so that your sister,

in all her busy-ness,

might not notice you among

the men.

But no;

you just can't help yourself.

Listening to the voice of your Lord

with wonder and delight,

your eyes seem to reflect

more light than the lamps offer.

Your absence

from the kitchen

has long been noted.

Now you have been seen,

and you will be called to account

for your indolence.

In resignation, you rise to leave,

but the Master says, "Stay!"

"This is the best thing."

Your heart sings as again you sit

and listen. And your eyes

shine once more.

© Ken Rookes