ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
They wind and worm their way through the thickest part of inner earth,,
Weaving in and out of the good spaces,
Infecting, infesting, destroying,
They can emerge as a thing of beauty,
But soon overtake and enshroud the original brilliance,
They take advantage of life around them,
Sucking their own life from others,
Cutting off all defense,
The garden, the farmer’s field, the soul of man,
The trap has been set.
Our foolishness pulls us in, but something grasps tightly,
With a fervency and tenacity our minds can’t comprehend.
Some call it instinct,
Some see it as their positive aura or conscience.
It is the touch of Jesus,
Pulling us, retrieving us, clinging with great strength,
The hand of God wont let go.
He has overpowered the devil.
He has done it all,
Because of His great love for us.
Hang on to Him for He will never leave you.