“UNTO,…THEE!”… 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,…Twilight: 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’s,…mind. And, when I shine,…my boots and shoes; Thy sandals,…Lord, I find. I think of how,….You, trod the Earth; What time, I scrub,…the floors: 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,…my grumbling, cease. Thou, Who didst Love,…to give men, food; In rooms,…or by, the sea: Accept this service,…that I do. For,…I do it,…(“UNTO,…THEE”)!... Your Friend, Izzy!...
Posted on: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 17:24:33 +0000
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