Death is Coming (poem by me)

Our days are numbered.
Nothing can stop death,
Not…

an ambulance,
a brick building,
a charmed chance,
a dome ceiling,
an escape pod,
a fixed fund,
a greenback wad,
a handgun,
an iPhone,
jewels or gems,
a kind grandmum,
likeable friends,
mating or marriage,
a notable musician,
overprotective parents,
powerful ammunition,
qualified doctors,
radical diets,
service helicopters,
trusted advice,
an unyielding cause,
a vaccination,
a watchdog,
xenogenication,
a youthful appearance,
or a zealous perseverance.

Do you know you need a Savior?
Don’t wait for more inspiration,
Now is the time of God’s favor,
Now is the day of salvation.

“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.” —Revelation 3:20

Tears in a Bottle (poem by me)

When I cried,
When we broke up,
When I saw her bedsores,
When my father died.
When I binge watched that show,
When you married,
And then at the funeral,
When the Holy Spirit squeezed my heart,
and tears flowed like a torrential downpour.

“You keep track of all my sorrows.
You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book.” —Psalm 56:8

The TV Kid (poem by me)

He likes watching life on reel,
Wait—listen to his appeal,
TV problems aren’t for real
so they are not a big deal,
which makes emotions safe to feel
and possibly to even heal.

He admits it and won’t deny
he will mourn and sometimes cry
when characters say goodbye,
but now you will know why
his eyes will be bone dry
when real loved ones fall ill and die.

I say, “It’s okay to live—
to hope, dream, and forgive,
You don’t have to be passive,
if you trust the Lord is active,
He’ll apply the balm of Gilead,
Take my hand—now it’s collaborative.”

“The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield
and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” —Psalm 18:2

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Minus One (poem by me)

You were so genuine when you shared your soul,
I wish there were more like you,
Instead there is one less.

"Very truly I tell you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me 
has eternal life and will not be judged but has crossed over from death to life." 
—John 5:24

*This poem was written in memory of a friend.

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Good Friday (poem by me)

My heart keeps repeating,
When I close my eyes,
I keep on seeing,
A man of sorrows,
Broken and bleeding.

I offer an embrace,
To lend some comfort,
As He hangs in disgrace,
And He looks up at me,
With blood on His face.

Can my faith really reach,
Through time to soothe Him,
As He hangs by a thief,
Though He is blameless,
And acquainted with grief.

He was despised and rejected by men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief; and as one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not. —Isaiah 53:3

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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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My Reply to Your Suicide Note

You’re my favorite character
In a book that ended abruptly,
Remember our wild laughter
It’s a lollapalooza interrupted.

I looked for the next book in your series,
But I discovered there was no more,
I cannot find any peace or rest,
Without some kind of closure.

It’s just cruel and unfair,
You thought no one would care,
BUT I DO,
God created you perfectly,
That’s all I could see
because I always loved you.

The thief comes only in order to steal, kill, and destroy. I have come in order that you might have life—life in all its fullness. -John 10:10

©2015 Kim Bond

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