Sister
by Marion Rosser

I want to be Mary,
sitting enthralled at the feet
of the Master,
absorbing the words
of wisdom and love --
but,
I am Martha,
grumbling in the kitchen.
I know well that
the Prophet
with the perfumed feet
will need some supper
and a place to sleep.

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