ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER
A few years ago, Paul and a few other men observed the nest of a pair of osprey. The birds busied themselves with refreshing the nest before the eggs were laid, oblivious to the watching eyes below. When the baby birds hatched it was an exciting sight indeed. All the men chronicled the events in various ways. Paul of course, did so with his paintbrush.
The winter blahs have gone away, but still we remain inside,
Though cabin fever seems our sway, new life will emerge outside,
Baby birds will peck through their shells, while opening their beaks,
As mom and dad search endlessly for food to fill little cheeks.
A mother bear wakes up again, from winter’s eternal rest,
Two baby cubs will follow her as she gives them their first test,
She turns a lifeless log aside, revealing a luscious treat,
They fill their bellies to the max, not one more bug can they eat.
The swamp becomes an orchestra, filled with loud and croaking sounds,
The buds burst forth in freshest greens, a wealth of beauty abounds,
New life emerges everywhere, the air is cleaner it seems,
The symphony from countless birds, creates such wonderful dreams.
Though we may be cocooned right now, our fears have forced a retreat,
We still have this glorious season, to mature, to live and entreat,
The One who made the sun to shine, who caused the seas to divide,
The One who shielded us from harm, and held us close to His side.
When we live to help each other, when we kindle fires of love,
We’ll emerge from our distanced space, with the freedom of a dove,
We’ll soar to heights ne’er seen before, on eagles wings we will soar,
For God has freed us from the grave, to heaven opened the door.