Because We Spill More Than Milk



The wisdom of spilled milk is our poetic offering for today by way of a poem from Nancy Shaffer, "Because We Spill Not Only Milk". Please enjoy a centering meditation. I'll even sing for you!



"Because we spill not only milk"

by Nancy Shaffer


Because we spill not only milk


Knocking it over with an elbow


When we reach to wipe a small face


But also spill seed on soil we thought was fertile but isn’t,


And also spill whole lives, and only later see in fading light


How much is gone and we hadn’t intended it



Because we tear not only cloth


Thinking to find a true edge and instead making only a hole


But also tear friendships when we grow


And whole mountainsides because we are so many


And we want to live right where black oaks lived,


Once very quietly and still



Because we forget not only what we are doing in the kitchen


And have to go back to the room we were in before,


Remember why it was we left


But also forget entire lexicons of joy


And how we lost ourselves for hours


Yet all that time were clearly found and held


And also forget the hungry not at our table



Because we weep not only at jade plants caught in freeze


And precious papers left in rain


But also at legs that no longer walk


Or never did, although from the outside they look like most others


And also weep at words said once as though


They might be rearranged but which


Once loose, refuse to return and we are helpless



Because we are imperfect and love so


Deeply we will never have enough days,


We need the gift of starting over, beginning


Again: just this constant good, this


Saving hope.



~ Nancy Shaffer

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