ART & POETRY BY PAUL T. & KATHY BOECHER©
Trapped beneath the rugged surface of gnarly bark and battered limbs,
Roots reaching out to grab a drink for a thirsty trunk,
Hidden within the depth,
Faces sullied by nature, yet deeply entrenched with character,
Wrinkled and shriveled over time,
Still capturing the rays of the sun,
Still suffering under gale force winds and driving rain,
Still trying to force their way into a sin filled world,
I wonder what a tree would say if it could talk.
About atimetoshare.me
As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension.
I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog.
I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ.
My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
You make your husband’s art come to life with your words. Bravo to you both!💕
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Paul’s painting and your verses take me to a nearby nature park where giant sycamore trees spread their gnarly branches above a meandering creek.
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