Lord of all the pots and pans and things
Since I've not time to be
A saint by doing lovely things or watching
late with Thee
Or dreaming in the dawn light or storming
heaven's gates
Make me a saint by getting meals and
washing up the plates.
Although I must have Martha's hands,
I have a Mary mind
And when I black the boots and shoes,
Thy sandals Lord, I find.
I think of how they trod the earth,
what time I scrub the floor
Accept this meditation, Lord,
I haven't time for more.
Warm all the kitchen with thy love,
and light it with Thy peace
Forgive me all my worrying and make my
grumbling cease.
Thou who didst love to give men food,
in room or by the sea
Accept this service that I do,
I do it unto Thee.
--Klara Munkres

