My stipend in Heaven for all I have done,
Sure, questionable. Have I helped anyone?
Was Marthas’ activity so useless then?
But who am I to question or condemn?
She has toiled for the Master, all must be right!
Sister Mary did nothing, so is this right?
Should I not find favor in place of her?
Or is my toil useless? Must I then deter?
Must I abstain from and is my toil useless?
Should I then worship more or the work less?
“She, Mary, has chosen the best part.”
Does not the word then need to be done?
Yes, it is a race that needs to be run!
“Work for the night is coming,” (?) No! “It is daylight dawns!
Night for those who perish, living in doldrums.
That is a Southwind heatwave, sluggish in thought,
Never quite up to real living! Death and then rot.
Slow seepage, just a trickle, while the mighty stream flows on!
Undisturbed the trickle needs rocks to lean upon!
Help me, Lord! The cry! So helpless are we not?
Nothing in this hand extending, so I sought!
Still seeking, the Sam