ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
(This acrylic painting was done 40 years ago and is part of Paul’s retrospective series. I thought it fit nicely with the recent blood moon from a few days ago.)
Blood moon rises high in the sky, encouraging these birds to fly,
But for a while they wait and rest, for you see they have no nest,
Their home is where they wander, where wetlands call from yonder,
They flap their wings from dusk to dawn and honking is their only song,
They take some time to rest and wait, watching the light of heaven’s gate,
Pausing to enjoy the splendor of what God’s own hand does render.