Soup From Scratch

Some people see a bowl of soup, I see the ingredients... Some people see the words... Nothing wrong with that... They are talented, artistic...meaningful... I see the heart capable of forming them I see the mind behind the words... I see immense value added to this Version of reality... By the words of those.... Far wiser, far kinder,.... Than I.... I see love, concern.... Things I cant find in my own family... I find hope...the most precious of gifts, Bestowed upon me by those with no ulterior motive... These simple things Restore my faith in humanity... How blessedly lucky I must be... To have stumbled, somehow, Upon these most gentle, wise, souls Serendipity at the soup Soul of the soup... I sometimes wonder if these Wonderful people in Georgia Realize the incredible service they are providing for the rich of word, the rich of heart, For the beneficial expression, Of all mankind... All over the world... I know they are not getting rich off us, But we off them.. For uniting those who know The art of words... Seemingly....a vanishing art. The gold mine of thought To be mined here... Far exceeds .... The gold of the richest Treasure chest....