Martha, you worry and fret.
About so many things.
In reality nothing is set.
Without worries we can take wings.

I try everything during the long night.
Including only being a witness to thinking.
Before the first grey shafts of reluctant light.
But nothing is working.

I worry about  when the alarm will go off.
Is it ten or thirty minutes to  waking.
I seem stuck in a sleepless trough.
And finally dosing,it starts ringing.

Why are we so like Martha.
Why can we not do more laughter.

…….

Are we like Martha
Or can we be like Mary
Surely it’s our choice

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See Luke 10: 38-42