ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

That which once streamed freely from the mountains,

Crashing endlessly over pebbles and rocks,

Catching a glimmer of sunlight,

Feeling the warmth as it winds through nooks and crannies,

Until it reaches its final destination,

In time, temperatures fall below zero,

Single digit chill is in the air and water turns to ice,

The human heart can do that too,

The complex organ which pumps life into us,

Can sometimes become hardened like crushed, sparkling, shards of frost,

Instead of life giving, it becomes absent of it,

When a heart turns from the One who created it,

It begins the downward spiral to death,

Careening, stumbling, plummeting to the depths of despair and helplessness,

Still a touch of light remains,

A single glint that may now only flicker but will not go out,

A dim yet brilliant glow which pierces through the gloom,

Even though we descend into the blindness of iniquity,

that beacon will not go out unless we let it,

Turn your heart back to the light,

Look to it for guidance and salvation,

He is the light of the world,

He has already rescued you,

Go to Him with repentance,

Receive the gift He has already paid for,

Feel the warmth again.