God

“Through the Window”

| Laura Lee Bonde

[written 10/14/16]

you know what I love about being open?
you see the good times and bad

you see the moments
that’ve made me laugh
and the quicksand of tears
that’ve pulled me under

you see life being lived
and some death of myself

you’ve seen
depression
adventure
struggle
joy

I don’t mind being me and living where I am
it was those moments of wanting to die
that bothered me so

people need love
so why not be it wherever I go

there’re those who hate God
and those who seek Him
or something at least
and the aroma of His love
is the fragrance that’ll draw
people closer to His heart

meddle::

| Laura Lee Bonde

-interfere in or busy oneself unduly with something that is not one’s concern.
-touch or handle (something) without permission.

on Monday
someone meddled
with my family

a “Christian”
with “good intentions”
left a path
of destruction
and chaos
disrupting minds
that were set

there was no warning
much like a tornado
there’s STILL debris
on the ground

my first response
was to vent
online
but instead
I continued on
in peace and quiet

and whatayaknow
God’s been at work
changing minds
and moods
to look more like
HIM

God reveals truth
and the enemy’s lies

“Check the Lighting”

| Laura Lee Bonde

for the one who lost a baby
newborn pictures will look different

for the one in an unhappy marriage
wedding photos will lack joy

for the one who lost their kids
family pictures may not form a smile

sometimes effects of experience
change one’s perspective
and the only way to change it back
is through alignment with Him

“Trudging”

| Laura Lee Bonde

since leaving Lemon Grove
I’ve been oppressed
and let me tell you
the dark can get darker

along the road
many turned away
some remained silent
while others stood by

praying
hoping
holding
believing

many said
not to write
or at least
not out loud

but if they only knew
how many times
I held a pen
how many journals
were sent
and as I sat there
with pen in hand
only tears would
fall

when ink
becomes tears
pages become
warped

with every thing inside
I felt buried
with no where to express
parts died

but maybe they needed to
for other parts to live

when a forest burns
new life grows
because what once was shaded
now has light

to those who turned away
welcome back
to those who stayed
let’s move on
to those who were silent
I’m ready to listen

“Different Places”

| Laura Lee Bonde

there’s a difference between

wanting to die
and
not wanting to live

I know
because I was there yesterday

oh how I want to write about it
but there’s an element of hiding
that can’t be seen

it’s not that I’m isolating
FROM any one
it’s that I’m isolating TO
the only One Who can help

but this process NEEDS
to be written
it just may need to be
the old-fashioned way