ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
The edge of a bluff lined river – a glassy reflection glistens and bounces onto a hill. The light touches the edges of trees and buildings in the distance, creating patterns dancing from one place to another . The deep crevices fill with darkness. The sky is magnificently dotted with wispy clouds interlaced with mauve, crimson and blue. A path of towering pines shades the heat of the sun.
Breathing in the sweet, fresh air,
Hearing the sounds of rushing water,
Birds singing their little hearts out,
Filling your heart with contentment. This little morsel of peace is just a speck in the scheme of things.
How long we for the glory of summer days. They are so few and fleeting. Soon the leaves will turn to red and gold and then fall. Like our lives. We wither and die.
The moments of joy we experience on this planet are nothing compared to what waits for us after the winter of our dying breath. Once again spring returns and we’re blessed with new life when we know God.
The glory never ends.