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 dawning light,
Or storming heaven’s gates,
Make me a saint by getting meals
And washing up the plates.
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 Monkres
