My Mary; My Martha

I so want to stop
and sit at your feet
To slow down; surrender
Hear your heart beat

Clocks tick
Bells ring
Voices clamour
Don't wait

I'm looking; I'm searching
I long for your face
Your arm gently round me
A tender embrace

Sleeves tugged
Meals cooked
Jobs done
Don't stop

'Come close', you whisper
In the cool, still air
'I'm waiting...for you
Come close...if you dare'

Slow down
Breathe deep
Sit still
In the light