ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

An artist must experience life in their own way to set the wheels in motion. Paul’s love of nature and the outdoors was born with that truth. He would sit for hours in a tree stand or a duck blind, silently observing and experiencing the smells, sounds and light which enveloped him. I remember him telling of a time he was in the woods and birds actually landed on his shoulder. It didn’t surprise me, even though his stories were often embellished. He could walk into a room or up behind me as I worked in the garden, and even before I started to lose my hearing, I didn’t know he was there until he spoke. His paintings revealed a love of the outdoors. It was his sanctuary from the city life, the sounds of traffic and loud machinery. During this month, as we celebrate love, I think especially of this many faceted man who I loved with all my heart.

Morning can hold such glorious hope, a wonder to behold,

The birds give voice to each new day, with songs of love untold,

The air is clean, the sky is blue, the sun peeks from below,

The eastern clouds, encased in gold, a gift more than we know,

The dawning of the day gives way, and opens up the sky,

Behold His wondrous majesty, God’s love will never die.