Blades of grass
Soft under her feet
Gift of a journey
A mission to meet
Called from the chaos
A moment of rest
Time slowing down
To gather the best
Her grip is loosened
Uncontrollable things
Falling behind her
Like butterfly wings
A gentle voice guiding
Faith is her strength
Joy is the weapon
She uses at length
Never forgetting
The battle at hand
Obedience leads her
To new spacious land
Aware of the darkness
Existing with light
Following her Father
Persevering with might
For now like Mary
She chooses the good
At the feet of Messiah
She does as she should.
“His love broke open the way and he brought me into a beautiful broad place. He rescued me—because his delight is in me!” (Psalm 18:19)
Inspired by Luke 10:42
“But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.”
