“He even goes among the pots and pans.” –St. Teresa of Avila
My human heart two masters cannot claim;
Division proves its natural, deadly foe.
It rends itself to shreds in masters’ name,
And fails both lords whose glory it would know.
The hours quick pass; no time to serve but one.
My mental energies do easily wane.
Please two in will, in fact find pleasèd none,
Myself distraught, with only loss as gain.
Serve any but the Lord, and heart grows sore,
Resenting all that fails to serve false god.
I balk at inconvenience, at each chore,
For Christ alone makes such things kneel and nod.
He even goes among the pot and pan;
There He alone—not Mammon—can find man.