Whom Would I Have Been

There were multitudes who gathered

"Broken at the Feet of Jesus" by
Lyn Deutsch
http://lyndeutsch.com

when the Teacher stopped to share beside
the river. There were 12 he chose to
travel with him, sit around the fire at night
to talk and joke and ask the deeper
questions about life. Three among them
were his closest friends, but only one
was known as him whom Jesus loved. Where
would I be in those numbers, had I lived
2000 years ago? In the crowd that followed
him around and helped with cooking,
or perhaps one of the rabble yelling "Crucify!"
The woman Jesus would not stone bears
some resemblance to the face I paint each
morning, but there's some of her who washed
his feet as he reclined at table, her tears of
gratitude in mixture with the precious nard,
best saved for best beyond her comprehension.
There's some of Martha in this busy heart
so burdened with too many tasks at hand,
and just a bit of Mary, sitting stubbornly
and selfishly upon the floor just soaking in
his wisdom and his love. There should be more.


(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014