Soup Kitchen Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving at the soup kitchen
where everyone has a story,
lives of pain and sorrow
spend the day eating fine food,
comforting friends of the street,
and advising mothers and children
long subjected to abuse.
One sees God in the face of
their neighbor as life's
leftovers of humanity strive for dignity
remembering table manners they
may have learned, passing the food,
not taking too much.
Copyright © Charlotte Zuzak | Year Posted 2005
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