The Mother at Cana

by The Devotional Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

She noticed the wine before the hosts had to name their embarrassment. Mary carried the problem quietly, then trusted her son with it. Do whatever he tells you, she said to the servants, words practical enough for a kitchen, large enough for a life. The jars filled. The celebration continued. Care had seen the shortage first.
56 words · 11 lines · Free Verse
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