Border Crossing (poem by me)

Dying is like border crossing,
That’s what my dead uncle told me,
Being a ghost is like that time
He spent a year in Canada.

Your last breath is a passport if
Dying is like border crossing,
The last beat of your heart a mere
Flutter in the vast universe.

Saint Peter will greet you at the
Pearly turnstile in heaven if
Dying is like border crossing,
Demons will frisk you and find sin.

You will plead the blood of Jesus,
All those sins will be forgiven,
Pete will say, “Welcome to heaven,”
Dying is like border crossing.

*Some of my poems are biographical, but this one happens not to be about anything that happened to me in my lifetime. This poem is just me mashing words together to make a quatern poem that (I hope) honors God by sharing the true story of salvation. Thanks for reading and God bless!

© 2016 Kim Bond

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