I read the following two poems from A Woman’s High Calling by Elizabeth George:
My 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 each 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.”
A Little Place
“Where shall I work today, dear Lord?
And my love flowed warm and free.
He answered and said,
‘See that little place? Tend that place for Me.’
“I answered and said, ‘Oh no, not there!
No one would ever see.
No matter how well my work was done,
Not that place for me!’
“His voice, when He spoke, was soft and kind,
He answered me tenderly,
‘Little one, search that heart of thine,
Are you working for them or ME?
Nazareth was a little place…
So was Galilee…'”