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
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