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Sunday, October 16, 2011
Kitchen Prayer
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 so love to give men food,
in room or by the sea, accept this service that I do,
I do it unto Thee
Klara Munkres
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