Perhaps it wasn’t easy for her either. Perhaps she felt the urgent tug her sleeve as much as Martha did and had to fight for stillness as she sat there at his feet. Perhaps a dream, a grief, a love, a loss so flooded her entire consciousness that only now and then could she emerge to give her full attention to his voice. Perhaps she didn’t wholly want to be there (who knew what happened when you got this close?) but still she willed herself to stay beside him and hoped that, as she did so, love would grow. She came (perhaps) in restless emptiness and found herself commended, welcomed, blessed.
‘She came (perhaps) in restless emptiness
and found herself commended, welcomed, blessed.’
These lines are worthy of recall every time of approach to God, private or public.
I love how you contemplate the humanity of Mary! This is a beautiful poem.
This is beautiful!
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