Saturday, 25 November 2017

The 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,
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.

~Klara Munkres~  

 I have always loved this poem, The Kitchen Prayer, by Klara Munkres. You can sometimes find it printed and framed, just perfect for hanging in your kitchen. I love a kitchen that is filled with homey things like this . . .

These are the special little touches that make a house a home.
Oh how I long to have a big country kitchen with lots of space . . .
walls to hang the things I love upon . . .
I would adore a sheet of framed Stained Glass to hang on the side window.
Something beautiful to let the light enter . . . in a very special way. 

A window sill . . . filled with growing herbsand sunshine.
A bit of greenery, both beautiful and practical . . .
the room filled with the wonderful fragrance of the earth and all it's goodness . . .
and tasty things to come . . . 

 A window just above the sink which looks out over the garden . . . a place to stand and dream . . . and think . . . with arms . . . elbow deep in sudsy water, as I go about the business of clearing up. A window always makes this chore somehow not a chore . . . but a pleasant interlude . . . 

 An old fashioned wooden screened door . . . that creaks when it opens and snaps when it shuts . . . that is the sound of home, I think . . .
I hear my mother's voice . . . echoing in my mind . . .
"Don't slam the door!"
. . .
and then the sigh . . . too late . . . 

 A big old cabinet, just right for holding all the bits and bobs . . .
and whimsies . . . and collections.
Pleasing to the eye . . .
and to the soul . . .

A little corner where batters are beaten . . .
and pie crust rolled . . . and cookies stamped,
where bread is mixed and kneaded, in the old fashioned way . . .
and covered with a white cloth and left to rise . . .
that little oomph it gives . . . when you punch it down,
and the smell . . . that yeasty smell that bespeaks to my heart of "home-sweet-home"
freshly baked and out of the oven . . .
the tops gilded and golden and swiped with a butter wrapper, just so . . .


A homey stack of clean tea towels . . .
freshly laundered and gilded by the warmth of the sun . . .
oh that smell . . . that smell.
Clean linen and sunshine and fresh air . . .
the crisp feel of the fabric beneath your fingers as they glide across dishes
warm and soapy from a recent bath . . .
in Sunlight soap . . .

 A careworn table where elbows rest and hands fold together in prayer . . . bread is broken . . .
laughter is heard, and tears are shed, good food and love and problems sorted and solved . . .
the family seat . . . 

Old rag rugs . . . and wooden floors . . .
care worn and polished . . .
by the sands of time . . .
creaky . . . homey . . . simple and sweet . . . 

A place for everything . . .
and everything in it's place . . .
love, laughter, soul . . .
in the heart of the home.

(Ahh . . . tis fun to dream is it not??) 

This will just have to do for now  . . .  short of winning the lottery, its what we have.  But it is cosy and it is ours and it is . . .  home, sweet home. 

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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BOOK OF MORMON CORNER - Today's Reading - 2 Nephi 1:13-29
Question - Why do you think we need to awake? What do you do when you feel you're in a spiritual slumber?  
What I learnt - Lehi exhorts his sons a number of times to awake! This implies to me that gospel loving is not passive - it requires effort and energy. This reading reminds me of Pres Uchtdorf's talk "Are You Sleeping Through the Restoration?"
He says "When our time in mortality is complete, what experiences will we be able to share about our own contribution to this significant period of our lives and to the furthering of the Lord’s work? Will we be able to say that we rolled up our sleeves and labored with all our heart, might, mind, and strength? Or will we have to admit that our role was mostly that of an observer?
 I suppose there are a variety of reasons why it is easy to become a bit sleepy with regard to building the kingdom of God. Let me mention three major ones. As I do, I invite you to ponder if any might apply. If you see room for improvement, I ask you to consider what could be done to change for the better. Don’t allow selfishness! Don’t allow habits that could lead to addiction! Don’t allow competing priorities to lull you into indifference or detachment from blessed discipleship and ennobling priesthood service!
There is too much at stake for us as individuals, as families, and as Christ’s Church to give only a half-hearted effort to this sacred work. Being a disciple of Jesus Christ is not an effort of once a week or once a day. It is an effort of once and for all." 
Tomorrow's Reading (Day 37) -  2 Nephi 1:30-2:10 
(For further enlightenment -Talk: Brad Wilcox - His grace is sufficient)
Question- What have you learnt from the reading today? How do Justice, Mercy and Grace work in the Atonement? 
In The English Kitchen today  . . . .  Elizabeth's Pumpkin Bread. This is wonderful!

Have a great Saturday. We are off to a Baptism this afternoon, and the weather is terrible.  I hope it clears up!  Don't forget!
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  1. I always love your kitchen pics..yours many amazing the world:) I love looking at them too..they must be lived in though..use the!I sometimes listed homes where you could tell the kitchen was of no interest..

  2. I love that kitchen prayer. I have a plate that was passed on to me from one of my husbands aunts that has a kitchen prayer on it. I checked to see if it was the one you shared but it says...

    Bless my little kitchen Lord
    I love its every nook
    And bless me as I do my work
    Wash pots and pans and cook.

    May the meals that I prepare
    be seasoned from above
    With thy blessings and thy grace
    But most of all thy love.

    As we partake of earthly food
    The table thou hast spread,
    We'll not forget to thank thee Lord,
    For all our daily bread

    So bless my little kitchen Lord,
    And those who enter in,
    May they find naught but joy and peace,
    and happiness therein.

    Kitchens are the heart of the home!

  3. I think the kitchen holds the heartbeat of every home Monique! At least it does for me. I love LOVE kitchens! No surprise there! You can tell the kitchen that belongs to someone who loves to cook from the kitchen of someone who doesn't very easily! xoxo

    Oh Pam, I used to have that poem on a little wall plaque! I love it. Thank you so much for sharing it. Happy weekend! xoxo

  4. Kitchens are also my favorite place to be!

    Big hugs!

  5. We are two birds of a feather Jan! Xoxo


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