A Bowl of Soup.
Date Submitted: 09/10/2006 02:36:49
It was a simple bowl of soup. Chicken with rice, from a can. But as I sat down to eat my lunch, a sudden thought flashed through my head: What a miracle this bowl of soup is! A savory, golden broth, bright orange carrot coins, plump grains of rice, bits of chicken. Struck deeply by this realization, I simply sat for a minute watching thin wisps of steam rising from the surface.
Just a bowl
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in the backs of trucks and flinging loaves of bread that are snatched in mid-air by outstretched refugee hands. Their homes and lives demolished, thousands of displaced Kosovars grab for the simple food that would keep them and their children alive.
A simple bowl of soup. I sat in my cozy kitchen on a pleasant, tree-lined street in Kentucky and sadly acknowledged how rarely I notice all the miracles that every day bless my life.
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