Please make me a better steward
of all those entrusted to my care.
Remind me that tending to those I love
is a high honor.
Help me to do my part
even when I feel wrung out
like the laundry on the line,
worn out like an old weathered throw rug,
left behind like yesterday’s newspaper.
Nobody’s taking advantage
or taking me for granted.
I’ve chosen willingly to be there
for the ones in my life and my heart.
Bless me as I create a home
filled with loving-kindness
and let it permeate all souls who enter,
including my own.