Lawrence Hall
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January – Soup and Peace for All
As the winter winds flail, soup on the stove
Blessing the kitchen with all its summery scents
An all-morning bouquet of comfort and peace
Simmering against the grey and dreary cold
Sleet rattles against the window panes
Sharp ice metastasizes on the skeletal trees
But inside we ladle up happiness and love
With Momma’s prayers over each comforting bowl
Veggies and beef – could I have a little more, please?
As the old gag goes, visualize whirled peas!
