Poetry

With my battle with cheese. I have through the long weeks and months come to realize just how much it is deep rooted and intricately intertwined with the very tendrils of my being. This being so, I thought it was appropriate to write a poem about my feelings. This particular poem was inspired by one of the money cheese establishments that we happened upon while in the Netherlands last year.

Hereupon, my little heart    

Bend your tendrils all about

Cling now with incessant meekness

To His kindness to the weakest

Child poor in loving well

Soul untrained & full of hell

Still He ever shows you favor