The National Catholic Review

“She had a sister called Mary,
who was seated at the Lord’s feet, listening to His word.”
—Lk 10:37

A silly child she ever always was—
our mother said so a thousand times—
her quick eye caught by the flight or buzz
of some pretty creature’s mastering wings.
Lazarus tried to keep her out of sight,
to spare his clever sister women’s tasks.
I hauled the water, rose before first light,
set bread upon the board before they asked.
The day You came to us our prayers were granted.
My hands obeyed the rhythms of my labor
while Mary sat beside You like a man,
embraced within the circle of Your favor.
I stood apart, Your beauty kept from me,
and only when You left us did I see.

Angela O’Donnell teaches English and American literature and American Catholic studies at Fordham University and is associate director of the Curran Center for American Catholic Studies.


Ann | 2/5/2009 - 11:37am
Okay! I get it! But I bet Jesus really enjoyed that meal that Martha threw together so he would have the energy to preach............ I know it is my inner Marth ninja that rebels but can she get a little credit?
Denise Gilmore | 1/31/2009 - 10:55am
Martha,Martha One more reminder to me- Live in the Moment.

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