Crawling Out of Bed

Sun's up.... Me too.... Head first for the computer... To see what might be new.... Not in world news, Though I will soon get to that.... But first to check the Soup, To see who has stirred the vat, The cauldron of words we cook, The wisdom that we serve.... The heights of love we expose, Ths soaring joy of verve... A reason for getting up, Even when the body aches... A reason to feel steady... Even when our body shakes... No medicine competes, With the magic of the Soup, Like the classic Jewish chicken broth, A medical wonder if one exists, How it heals us so thoroughly, Is so far one that science surely does miss.