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Out on the pierogi production line,

this pacifist has time to contemplate

how to make sure his pacifism is both

productive and proactive:

 

In making pierogi,

there is no time to make war.

 

In making pierogi,

there is no time to kill.

 

In making pierogi,

there is no time to steal.

 

In making pierogi,

there is no time for cupidity.

 

In making pierogi,

there is no time to be idle.

 

In making pierogi,

there is not time to ‘make out’.

 

In making pierogi,

one could swear, and cuss,

and speak hate speak,

but there would be only

an audience of one,

plus God.

 

In making pierogi,

there is too much dusting,

and kneading, and rolling,

and cutting, and scooping,

and filling, and crimping,

and salting, and boiling,

and straining, and cooling,

and storing, to take one’s eyes

off the appointed task at hand.

 

In making pierogi,

there is time to feed your

loved ones.

 

In making pierogi,

there is time to make extra

to feed a neighbor,

or a stranger.

 

In making pierogi,

there is time for God.

 

In making pierogi,

there is time to sing

and to pray.

 

In making pierogi,

there is time to let “it” go

and to forgive.

 

In making pierogi,

there is time to calm

troubled waters.

 

In making pierogi,

there is time to plan

a better tomorrow.

 

In making pierogi,

there is still time

to daydream.

 

In making pierogi,

there is the opportunity

to lose oneself in

the moment.

 

In making pierogi,

there is time to visit.

 

In making pierogi,

there is time to listen

and learn.

 

In making pierogi,

there is time for

silence.

 

In making pierogi,

there is time for

partnership.

 

In making pierogi,

there is time to

find time

to make time.

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