Lord of all 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