The Belly and Soul
Carcasses
saved from the trash
now
comingle; dissolving slowly,
surrendering
their essence for shivering souls
buried
in blankets, lifting their bowls.
It
cures what ails you, Jewish tradition foretells.
Chicken,
vegetables, herbs, and time;
it’s
penicillin served with matzo balls, noodles, or rice.
But
the Irish can heal just as well
with
their shamrocks, leprechauns and
their
homemade poteen. Single malt or blended,
with
lemon in a hot cuppa tea,
it’s
the water of life, the aqua vitae.
It
sooths the sore throat and softens the aches.
To
comfort the sick both have a role:
Soup’s
for the belly, tea’s for the soul.
Brian Cummings is a retired public
relations executive. He started his career as a reporter for a major market
newspaper, now defunct, and switched to public relations early in his career.
He has written two cookbooks and numerous articles, press
releases and speeches, but this is his first attempt at poetry.
He and his wife, Maureen, currently live in Allen, Texas.
i like the traditional sense of soup as a medicine to heal a soul.
ReplyDeleteI do too, but it also fills the belly. Hope you liked the poem.
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