This poem appeared in an old Newsletter Dated June 1935. Still appropriate today I think.
Lord of all pots and pans and things Since I've no time to be A Saint by doing lovely things, Or watching late with Thee, Or dreaming in the dawnlights, 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 Christ's 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 for my worrying and make All grumbling cease. Thou Who did'st love to give men food In room, or by the sea, Accept the service that I do, I do it unto Thee.