From a Collection of Poems by Irwin J. Goldman
Better than a therapist,
Better than a session of yoga,
Ebru's Turkish yellow-lentil soup
Will bring a smile to all parts
Of your body. People will ask
"Did you win the lottery?"
"Were you on vacation?"
It's her mother's ancient recipe
And a modern electric blender
That works the magic
Or, perhaps, the poet Rumi in ecstasy
Inhabiting her pots -
One who sang of God's joy
Even in soup.
Want some cake with that? Here's a poem called Ebru's Cake. You'll love it.