Tag Archives: Poetry by Kathy Boecher
KITCHEN CENTERPIECE
As I think back to times that warm my heart, I can’t help but remember the old cast iron stove that was the centerpiece of my grandparent’s kitchen. That huge conservator of heat kept the house warm – listened to … Continue reading
I WISH I HADEN’T SAID THAT
Words spill out of my mouth thoughtlessly, Unyielding my tongue pushes them into the world. Where did those words come from? My mind does not take the time to realize The way they could be interpreted, The way they could hurt, … Continue reading
HOLES IN THE SKY
POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER© Angel dust fills the morning sky, starts out as ominous, Clouds go expeditiously by, waking up the consciousness , The sun burns through the murkiness, melting darkness into light, Rays of blue and gold acquiesce, birds … Continue reading
HE DIED
POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER© At the hour of the evening sacrifice, Jesus died. His stricken body had suffered unbearable torture, even for the Son of God. At last the weight of the sin of the world crushed him. He died, … Continue reading
HE WAS PIERCED FOR ME
POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER© A babe so soft, a child so sweet, lay on a bed of hay, His mom looked at the dimpled hands and counted fingers at play. His hands would grow with bruises and scuffs as children so often … Continue reading
THE FINAL SACRIFICE
POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER© A tender shepherd walked this earth with love within his touch, His words could calm the troubled sheep, His hands led them through much. He chased away the predators, He brought them safely home. He often searched … Continue reading
COME CLOSER
Holding my breath in wild anticipation, I come to you prepared for the best, You reach out to me with loving arms, Your enfold me, You protect, You cover me, You fill me with love unending, Come closer, Let me … Continue reading
COLORLESS
POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER© My world has turned to black and white, enveloped in ice and snow, Birds longing to sing their arias. feel temperatures soar below, Calendars say it should be spring, but heaven has other plans, An abundance of … Continue reading
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