Mary and Martha

long divided between
the obligation of action
and the call to sit silence
not living in a convent
though in a cloistered home
not knowing how to serve
though wanting to share
what is given
even if it not be
the same deed as
extroverted kindness

         I am one woman
as I pour words
into soul soup
with leeks and garlic
tomatoes and beans
from my heart
through poetry
in a laying on of hands
that stir a stew
I offer  it as nourishing broth
for you

      

     no longer two sisters
           of possbility

  The Beloved the Source
         me the spoon