As Jesus and his disciples were on their way,
he came to a village where a woman named
Martha opened her home to him. Luke 10:38
Hallowed preparation call;
how honed steel breaks through
onion, whose tattered outside
coat crackles like pitch in fire.
Now fragrant incense rises to
bring lacrimatory plea
long held composed. Come, Duty,
bid these hoarded tears, unroll.
Down, beyond face, neck, arms trace
path back to garden's fall.
Bulb, broken, nourishes all.
Maria
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