James and John sought to sit
At the right or left of Jesus
Without knowing what that meant.
In time, they drank of his cup
And understood.
Who sits at the right hand of God?
Some mighty prophet?
Some lowly peasant
Who welcomed all into her home,
Fed the hungry,
Gave clothing to the poor,
Visited the sick
And thought of others first?
Only God knows who sits beside Him,
But within me is a small flicker of hope
That it is a woman.
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