Guests must be served. This meal won’t cook itself. The plates won’t lay themselves in a straight line, The water jug refill itself, the pile Of washing up just vanish at a glance. And so to see her sitting at his feet Still-souled, in peace that cannot be displaced However loud you clatter pots and pans Rankles so deeply you can’t hold your tongue. He looks at you and softly says your name. Caught in his gaze, you hesitate at last. The dishcloth in your hand drops to the floor Unnoticed as your tight-clenched fists relax. One thing is needful. Every weary guest Is welcomed by this host into his rest.
Martha Matters
Martha Matters
Martha Matters
Guests must be served. This meal won’t cook itself. The plates won’t lay themselves in a straight line, The water jug refill itself, the pile Of washing up just vanish at a glance. And so to see her sitting at his feet Still-souled, in peace that cannot be displaced However loud you clatter pots and pans Rankles so deeply you can’t hold your tongue. He looks at you and softly says your name. Caught in his gaze, you hesitate at last. The dishcloth in your hand drops to the floor Unnoticed as your tight-clenched fists relax. One thing is needful. Every weary guest Is welcomed by this host into his rest.