For Weary Moms

Martha’s life was clean and neat,
No strewn toys at her feet.
Mary left the world so fair
to glorify Him in her prayer.

Just where, dear Lord, do I fit in
midst the babes, noise and din?
Scarce little time I have to spare
to give back to the One who cares.

Foolish heart, why do you pine
for a calling still more fine?
Would you have a life of ease
with time to use just as you please?

Martha’s house could never stand
the clutter of my pots and pans.
But could my feet and arms, too,
have the time for more to do?

The moments I can steal for prayer
perhaps are sweet because so rare.
So my heart please be still.
Perfection lies in what He wills.

By Maureen Houle

(Maureen Houle is a member of St. Pius V Parish in Troy.) †

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