Significant Insignificance
Lord of All Pots and Pans! Lord of all pots and pans and things, Since I’ve no time to be A saint by doing holy things, Or contemplating thee, By praying 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 Mary's 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 all 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 The first couple of lines of this poem are found in the beginning of the book,"The Practice of the Presence of God," by Brother Lawrence. Brother Lawrence was a seventeenth-century Fren...