A Mary-Mind

by Reta Spears-Stewart

I have a quiet moment now,
but suddenly I find
that while I have a Mary-heart,
I have a Martha-mind.

The things I thought I'd finished with
are springing back to life
like little flames among the brush
of daily cares and strife.

My thoughts seem filled with "brushfires," and
although I rush and race,
as soon as I put out one fire,
another takes its place.

So now I find, when I'm alone
and peace is my desire,
my mind's a busy Martha-mind
tending to one more fire.

O Lord, I know that Martha's hands
are needed, good and kind.
But in my heart I've one request:
Grant me a Mary-mind.