A prayer at the kitchen sink

Doing the dishes

My life will always have dirty dishes.
If this sink can become
a place for contemplation,
let me learn constancy here.

I gaze through the window above the sink.
There I see the constancy of dawn,
the constancy of dusk,
the constancy of the seasons,
of the sun and moon,
and the rotation of the planets.

Your love is discerned by repetition.
Turn and return me to Your love.
Let my fitful human constancy
be strengthened in the willing,
wheeling wonder of Your stars.

51QPPS1YWAL._SX306_BO1,204,203,200_Gunilla Norris, Being Home: A Book of Meditations, Bell Tower, 1991, 65.

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