Two split in a pod

Mary and Martha always seemed to work in harmony . Being close as sisters should but there seems to be division of interests at certain times. Not sure if that is how they were before their brother Lazarus fell sick and died before he was called back to like by Jesus Christ. I always wonder if that event made Martha feel celebration and cooking was the most important at the time or Mary was more marvelled at Christ and wanted to soak in every word while learning and wondering how blessed she is to be learning at the saviour in such close proximity. Martha too would have been praying that the dish turns out perfect. Then one wonders what was the state of her mind while coking for our Lord and saviour. Was she angry? Was she feeling cheated that she is cooking instead of her attention being on Christ as he spewed out word of wisdom.. . The only person who would have known the state of her mind was the person she was not learning from. We all know the feeling of being in the kitchen when everyone else or the person you think should be slaving away with you having an easy time.

The house hummed with the rhythm of duty,
A dance of hands, a choreographed beauty.
The scent of bread, the clatter of plates,
A heart burdened by the weight of her state.

In another room, where silence grew,
A soul sat still, as wisdom flew.
Eyes alight with a quiet fire,
Her heart attuned to something higher.

The other, restless, her hands well-worn,
Felt the sting of being forlorn.
“Why must I labour while she stays there,
With her gaze lifted in peaceful prayer?”

She sought the answer from Love’s own voice,
Her tone edged sharp, but not by choice.
Yet love replied with a tender tone,
“Sometimes, the stillness is where seeds are sown.”

For there are moments to toil and strive,
To keep the embers of life alive.
But wisdom whispers, soft and deep,
That sometimes the soul must sit and keep.

So one prepared, and one received,
Both acts of love, though differently weaved.
Yet the heart that paused, the hands unbent,
Found the treasure of time well-spent.



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