ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER

What inspires writers to write? Each of us has a story inside our brains. Maybe by using that story, we may inspire someone else with the words. Does it matter? There are so many stories out there. There are millions of writers who aspire to encourage, get people thinking, to teach, to encourage and build others up with their words. There are lots of writers who use the pen to slander, to belittle or humiliate. There are many who wish to become famous and make lots of money with their words. There are those who truly have a gift for the craft and those who think they do.

If you are a wordsmith, you have a responsibility to fact check – to make sure that what you’re writing about is completely true. Not only should you be willing to take criticism and face rejection, but you should have the courage to do so. Writing anything today is going to have an effect on someone who reads your words. Your words have the power to ignite, incite and excite. Those same words can cause division, create negative opinions and have a profound impact on those who read them.

Writing for me has a number of reasons behind it. I write plays for people of all ages. My works have not been submitted for publication, because of my fear of rejection. The plays are meant to entertain. I love it when people laugh at the comedy I include in them. I also write poetry from time to time. My poems don’t follow any rules. They’re a combination of my inner thoughts which may turn into rhyming verse. I write a daily blog for my own benefit. By doing so, I do a lot of research and search the scriptures to find things that will inspire others and lead them to Jesus. I consider my early morning time of doing that as my daily Bible study.

Words don’t always come easy. Words aren’t always the right ones. Whether spoken, written or heard, words hold great power. I pray that God will allow me to help someone today.

BREATH OF GOD, By Kathy Boecher©

Churning, swirling, pulsated by the turbulence of energy,

The long, leaf lavished limbs of mature trees, undulate under the  rhythm of God’s breath,

Up and down, here and there, tossing, stirring,

His inspiration comes in the wind,

His Words have been breathed into the hands of men,

He speaks to us through them,

He never grows tired, never spent of energy, never sleeps,

Breathe life into me, Lord, God,

That my remaining days may be a testimony to you.