ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER
This place that we have loved, this lonely withered space,
Has faltered with the winter snows and cannot rise again,
Without that inner life, that comes from heaven’s place,
Our lives will be diminished and scorned as dead terrain,
Within the ashen colors, inside the lifeless trees,
The damage has been sown, there is no longer gain,
Tempests are replaced with a quiet gentle breeze,
The breath of life is drained from it, but still it is not lost,
The battles will remain for us, but victory has a cost,
The precious blood of Jesus, Christ has paid for every sin,
And wrapped us with the will to live and new life to begin.
Our loss in life will be our gain, when to the end we come,
When we decrease we will increase, God’s work than will be done.