• a handmade life

    by  • July 2, 2009 • Uncategorized • 8 Comments

    “It’s what’s inside the words,” she said;
    “Inside heart there’s an ear and there’s art.”

    After reading, I couldn’t help but look
    for words among the bread and vegetables
    that made up our simple supper last night,
    both of us finally home after days
    that felt longer than the time passed.
    I couldn’t find God in the green beans,
    or love in the tomatoes; no fun in foccacia;
    not enough meal to make meaning.
    But that’s not the last word, is it?

    The tomatoes tasted like the smile
    of the brown baby at the farmer’s market;
    the crisp sweet corn spelled summer
    without letters; and the bread,
    dipped in the olive oil we keep
    for special occasions, was leavened
    and flavored by all the suppers
    we have shared together, fed
    by the mystery in the mundane:
    another day in our handmade life.

    Peace,
    Milton

    About

    Blogging since December 2005

    http://donteatalone.com

    8 Responses to a handmade life

    1. July 3, 2009 at 6:30 pm

      I love the first two line and the last two…

      When we take time to appreciate and eat of the handmade life God so graciously sets before us, all is good.

      Blessings.

    2. July 3, 2009 at 7:11 pm

      This celebrates a meal to me! What a lovely experience to share it with you.

    3. July 3, 2009 at 7:54 pm

      Loved the turning point… “But that’s not the last word, is it?”

      Clever and… making me hungry, in more ways than one. 🙂

    4. July 4, 2009 at 5:18 am

      Milton, these are so fun. I feel like I’m reading a budding male version of Mary Oliver.

    5. July 5, 2009 at 10:21 am

      food and words – my two favorite things in the world – oh my.

      the crisp sweet corn spelled summer
      without letters – home run. beautiful.

    6. July 5, 2009 at 1:58 pm

      this leaves me breathless and somehow filled with breath at the same time.

    7. Bev
      July 7, 2009 at 7:47 am

      I really love this poem – place it in a little rustic home with real people, with a veg garden, with earth, sun and water… living real with smiles!

    8. mib
      July 20, 2010 at 2:03 pm

      This celebrates a meal to me! What a lovely experience to share it with you

    Leave a Reply