My Name

I am named "Martha,"

And, I live up to it.

Serving without ceasing, 

Doing without thinking.

Assuming deeds will save

My soul which only wants

To be like Mary.  Is that

My white stone's name?

Still and rapt, kneeling

Before the Lord, my God?

I'd like to think so.

I pray to know so.

This poem was inspired by my dear friend, Glynn Young.  Please visit his Faith, Fiction, and Friends here.