I realized today-- After the bowl of milk went flying,
And I (finally/at last/this once)
Chose the grace-filled response--
And I found myself under the table
On hands and knees:
"This is my life.
I am marking the days of my living
Wiping the sticky off;
Bowing low in service to my family--
Wiping up cereal I am thankful to have
Off a floor I am thankful to have...
A mess made by the ones I love."
Cleaning up messes & spills.
Sometimes of the milk variety,
Sometimes of the people variety
Doing this with love, tenderness and mindful gratitude ....
When I stop and consider this
From my place on my knees,
My eyes sting with grateful tears
And my heart takes note--
Almost breathless at the thought:
Sometimes cleaning up spilled milk with grace is the most sacred way you could spend the moments of your life.