Prayer

Lord of all pots and pans and tins; since I've no time to be
a saint by doing lovely things or watching late with Thee,
or dreaming in the twilight, 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 Thou trod the Earth, each 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 all 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.