Jesus

In, Not Of

| Laura Lee Bonde

Yesterday, God gave me something to write about, but I didn’t want to write it, so I didn’t. What do you know: He gave me the EXACT same thing to write about today! I have a feeling, if I don’t write about it, I’ll be asked to tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, until I write, so here we go.

This post will be like tequila: you’ll either love it or hate it, and frankly, I’m not looking forward to the results. Continue reading →

Empty Stands

| Laura Lee Bonde

Well, I wasn’t going to write today because writing makes me tired, and I have a lot of flags to sew, so I decided to write a quick poem about what was going on in my heart, and as I read it, I began to weep.

I love it when my own poetry touches my heart.

As I was crying, I couldn’t get rid of what I wanted to write about, couldn’t push it to the side. I’d woken up with it, and evidently, the only way it’ll go away is through my fingers, so through these tears, I’ll give you my heart. Continue reading →

“Armor”

| Laura Lee Bonde

will death care what you wear
or how you look
will shame move one
if you’re put together
will regret stay afar
if you’ve got your makeup on
will pride move aside
if you wear your hat

authority is known in the heart
and moves mountains
stands against the storms
withstands the heaviest winds
is a part of who you are
not how you look
or what you wear
it’s from the inside out