The story of Martha and Mary is a familiar one. Read Luke 10:38-42.
Everyone I know identifies with Martha and jokes about this story. Everyone except me. That's because I'm Mary. I identify with Mary. I love to read theology and philosophy and religion. I also never have enough time to pray. To hell with the housework. A clean house is a sign of a broken computer.
I sit in the kitchen reading the Word
husband treads the path from stove to table
his quick eyes check out my coffee cup--
down enough to warm up
he's buttered my toast and flipped my eggs
to greet the morning and me
praise God for good cooks and thoughtful lovers
thank you I pray with a full mouth
Hhrrmmpphh! he snaps the Globe open
looking over the paper and
into my heart with laughing eyes
and no words spoken.