Sitting Like Mary

I’m on the floor, Lord, sitting like Mary
            focused on your face
            eager to hear what you have to say
            oblivious to the existence of unwashed dishes, thirsty guests, chickens with their feathers still on, 
                   unfinished tasks, a scary meeting tomorrow

It’s just you and me
And you created the universe and love me
I’m resting, poised and expectant
Refresh me