Spring is emerging at a much slower pace this year. Something has caused all the humans to become cocooned for a while. When the veil is lifted, there will be a glorious vision waiting for us. To be together, to enjoy each other’s company, to laugh, hug and touch. Our short existence in that shell will open soon and we will be free to fly.
ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Trees turn into blazing colors, leaves weave tightly on the ground.
Tapestry of gold and crimson, clearing way for sight and sound,
Soon the barren trees stand empty, lifeless, worn and spent of life,
Skeletal they stand before us, facing winter’s call to strife,
Branches reach to touch the heavens, empty now yet full of hope,
They’ll return in springtime glory, with persistence in their scope,
Life is merely a transition, it returns to life again,
When we trust the Great Physician, broken hearts and souls will mend.