Wonderful Soup

I thank the animal who nourishes me
for its sacrifice of bones,
for the savor of my soup.
The fields for their corn and carrots
in the broth, potatoes and celery,
a congress of vegetables.
I am mindful of my life
sustained by life,
by the innocence of appetite,
sustenance given me.
How much I owe to the succulent,
the naked, mineral and tide,
to the light from the oils
of my bowl.
The tincture of leaf and root
and grain tipped to my mouth,
to eat and be strong
for my time of dreams,
praise and love.