ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER
Spring seems so near yet so far. The ice has melted, the temps are rising, but still the shadow of winter hovers like a menacing cloud over the harbor. Soon buds will appear on the trees, birds will chirp their lovely tunes and flowers will return. New life. Fresh start. Time for a do over. Still, the memories linger, and we can’t help but long for the past. The way it was. The road trips. The love we shared. The recollection of days gone by will carry on.
A quiet, hazy morning – the wind not yet ready to hit the sails,
An ominous sky of pink tinged clouds hanging low over the still water,
Some of the boats stand anchored in the harbor while others push off to find adventure.
Where will the wind take them when once it opens billowy canvases of white?
Steam rises from heat filled waters – not a whisper of wind,
The waiting can be forever, but when the first gust fills the sails the power of God is made known.
Off to the highway of the sea.
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“The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.” John 3:8
May we remain in the High-Way of God.
Thank you for the seed thought today!
BT
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Thanks for adding additional nutrients to the seeds with the Word.
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