Paczki Poem

Today I’m honored to present this poem from a very special guest poet, my dear wife Joyce.

My love persevered
He came home with paczkis Yes!
Happy Fat Tuesday

A very cheesy poem

My favorite cheese is Swiss
But I’d be so remiss

Not to mention bleu
No American will do

I find pepper jack
Too zesty, sort of wack

Give me endless Gouda
and I’m content as the Buddha

January, 5 PM

Long shadows cut sharp into the snow
Black against white

Sun withholds warmth but gives her light
Frosted panes, refracting

In a moment even light will be gone
We must mind our fires

As November Ends

It’s the last day of November
and the world seems at an end

We need a new beginning
Salvation He will send

Our joys here are fleeting
We hope Advent will renew

Prepare our hearts, oh Father!
We’ve put our trust in You