Soup Kitchen

I’m looking for words.
Where are they hiding?
Words to match my feelings
And the truth I know
In my heart.
I’m grabbing for handles
On the full pots of expression.
Just like serving up food
At the “soup kitchen,”
The fragrances are rich.
Sustenance is at hand.
The line forms to the right.
And the broth just keeps coming.
I want to give it away.
It’s too hot to handle.
Here,
You take a bowl
And let’s break bread
Together.