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| Mary of Bethany |
LIKE MARY, AT THE FEET OF
JESUS
Lord, I’ve
come to curl up
close to Your
sandals
like Mary of
Bethany
my ears
primed
to absorb
each word You speak
I’ve tuned
out concerns
that would
pull me
from this
footstool
and will not
be bothered
by deeds or
distractions
that would
drown Your voice
If Martha
insists
on doing
busy-work
she must do
it alone
for nothing
is more important to me
than sitting
right here
right now,
with You
and I will
wail
at Your
sacred feet
like Mary of
Bethany
when my
strength falters –
I shall wrap
my quivering arms
around Your
sturdy ankles
allow my
tears to run in rivulets
down Your dusty
feet –
stir You to
weep, too
till
resurrection happens
but
especially, Lord
I long to
anoint Your precious feet
like Mary of
Bethany
and come with
all that I have
as she,
bearing nard
for I, too,
yearn to soothe
with pure,
lavish fragrance
the calloused
heels and soles
toes and
arches
I, too, know
well –
the very feet
that carried Good News
to my ears
and heart –
beautiful
feet, bleeding feet
pierced through
for me
I shall unpin
my hair, humbly
like Mary of
Bethany
take Your
dust
as diamonds,
upon me
I desire to
be, unto you, Lord
a sweet aroma
and if I be
scolded, as was she
by one who
couldn’t possibly understand
so be it
so be it
Maude Carolan Pych
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