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Lord of 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.

(Klara Munkres)



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