Sunday, May 8, 2011
On Mother's Day
Something stumbled upon last week, in a most unexpected spot, captured with an old phone's camera. Carefully framed and matted in Irish linen, this must have come from the leftovers of an estate sale, as I'm having a hard time imaging someone deciding this is no longer "their thing".
The complete text:
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.
(In searching out info on Klara, it seems that she lived in Savanna, Missouri after retiring from teaching school.)