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The Meaning of Life Chapbook:

by Kim Bond

Copyright © 2018 is held, all rights reserved, by Kim Bond.

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This poetry collection is dedicated to our Lord.


The works contained within this publication are an expression of artistic devotion to God, commentary on society and life, and conventional entertainment. This publication is not intended to be autobiographical in nature or to teach Christian theology or doctrine. Names, characters, and places are fictional and are used in a fictitious manner.


Scriptures taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.™ Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved The “NIV” and “New International Version” are trademarks registered in the United States Patent and Trademark Office by Biblica, Inc.™



Cherry Memories

The Pinnacle of Life

Your Confession


Beer Cheese Soup

The Everlasting Father

Wrapped Up in God's Word

Ophelia's Depression

The TV Kid

Quieting Anxiety

The Newlyweds

Unconditional Love

Ode to Tan

For That Girl

The Weight of the World

The Unworry Process

Inside My Anxious Mind

If Life is Kind

Nefarious But True

The Meaning of Life

The Problem With Perfection


Battling Fear

Note to Readers


Why am I like this?

I looked around for…

some passerby to shame,

some foe to frame,

some kin to blame,

some circumstance to name,

some truth to maim,

I found nothing but

my own wicked heart,

It crumbled like ashes

in my cupped hand,

leaving soot residue

that I blew at you

and called it love.

Cherry Memories

Papa picked cherries from high on the tree,

We ate them on the ol’ wooden porch swing,

As we swang to and fro we sang some songs,

Then we spit cherry seeds right on the lawn.

Then the ol’ swing broke and so did his leg,

Soon after my mom moved us far away,

No longer did we sing on the porch swing,

No longer did we spit seeds on the lawn.

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens…” —Ecclesiastes 3:1

The Pinnacle of Life

I’ve viewed the world from atop tall towers,

Kissed passionately in the pouring rain,

Received oversized vases of flowers,

And shared a bottle of midnight champagne.

I have peered down through clouds on mountain peaks,

and dived from boats in crystal clear oceans,

landed places a great sojourner seeks,

and drank my fill of intense emotions.

I have been ferried to primitive isles,

sipped of pure nature without phones or cars,

witnessed wild horses running free for miles,

Pitched a tent and wished on thousands of stars.

Still nothing compares or is quite the same,

to the moment the Lord God called my name.

“I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.” —Ecclesiastes 1:14

Your Confession

The orchestra commences

a spine-tingling chorus

as news reporters snap photos

of you with a microphone in hand

expounding on your insecurities

and everything you hide

on an average day.

Tell me with open eyes,

what words did you speak?

Your skin melts off.

Now you are bloody.

Raw. Vulnerable.

Yet more alive than

you have ever been.

“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.”—1 John 1:9


You are balancing on a fallen log

suspended above a deep valley,

your own infant is in your arms,

hungry hounds are at your back

with teeth as sharp as knives,

howling and growling,

you say a prayer,

do not fail,

or else


“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” —Isaiah 41:10

Beer Cheese Soup

I look at you,

You look at her,

He looks at me.

If, with lust-filled eyes,

we commit adultery—

Then there’s been a betrayal

over beer cheese soup.

“But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart.” —Matthew 5:28

The Everlasting Father

Lord, You are my Mighty Deliverer,

False notions and bad habits fall away,

Lord God, You are my only Hope-Giver,

Without You, my life seems all black and gray.

God, You are my Everlasting Father,

You gave me faith to see, hear, and believe,

No one else thinks I am worth the bother,

They offer little love and always leave.

Lord, You light my path and show me refuge,

Otherwise, I would be hopelessly lost,

How could I ever argue or refuse

When my true Savior paid such a great cost?

I pant for You as the deer pants for water,

I am the clay, and You are the Potter.

“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

Wrapped Up in God's Word

Ruth and I go to lunch,

David and I dance sometimes,

I am blind with Paul,

and often weep with Jesus.

In the Scripture, I make my bed,

I live there and sleep there,

among the words,

I believe them,

They are all I see.

You can find me,

in a pasture of Psalms,

swinging from a fig tree,

When the branch breaks,

I fly into the Lake of Galilee,

And swim in God’s mercy.

I hoist the sails,

for the Holy Spirit,

See, I have become part of the ship!

Look at my palm and you see


Ophelia's Depression

This is the 5,000th day

Ophelia rolled out of bed,

walked into the wind,

swam a river upstream,

biked up a steep mountain,

then ended right where she began.

She’d like to buy some hope,

but when she woke up,

she had negative five bucks,

now she has negative ten,

She calls it “life”;

they call it depression.

Ophelia wants you to see

why she’d prefer to stay in bed,

pull a sheet over her head,

and drift off to Never-Never Land,

After all she dreams in color,

but only wears gray.

“I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so you can become rich; and white clothes to wear, so you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you can see.” —Revelation 3:18

The TV Kid

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.”

“My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge.—Psalm 62:7

Quieting Anxiety

Anxiety has a voice,

a worst-case scenario,

someone’s dead or dying

on my cranial stereo.

It has visions too,

accidents and blood galore,

someone’s dead or dying,

a policeman’s at the door.

I take a deep breath,

and blow it all away,

no one’s dead or dying,

It will all be okay.

“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.—Isaiah 41:10

The Newlyweds

Her form was as dainty as porcelain,

Rose gold was the color of her dress,

She had cerulean eyes and ivory skin,

This lovely woman he yearned to caress.

Charcoal and smoke were the hues of his suit,

His hair was like a trimmed sable mane,

He smelled of cedar wood and citrus fruit,

She longed to make his body her terrain.

Glittering stars and glistening moonlight,

Conspired with all that is noble and true,

The man kissed his bride in the dark of night,

At their secluded rendezvous.

In God’s eyes, the two had become one,

Something that could never be undone.

Unconditional Love

I am not in a




or spiritual

race with you.

I am just looking for a friend.

Will you accept my unconditional love?

I am not




or despising you

in my head.

Will you accept my unconditional love?

I am only expressing the love

the Father has bestowed on me.

He taught me how to

love others unconditionally.

Will you accept His unconditional love?

“But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us." —Romans 5:8

Ode to Tan

Tan, oh tan,

Where art thou?

See me so pale,

I look pallid—

almost sickly.

When you were here,

I looked at least

ten pounds thinner,

Remember summer—

skin all a glimmer.

No, I won’t try

to stir your sleep

with a fake cream,

I’ll wait on you, dear,

At least until spring.

For That Girl

I wish I was your mother

so I could caress your infant head,

tuck you in at night,

and read a story by your bed.

I wish I was your mother

so I could say it will be okay,

bandage your cut,

and send you back out to play.

I wish I was your mother

so I could tell you God’s plan,

take you to church,

and urge you to wait for a godly man.

The Weight of the World

I asked myself:

How can I eat salmon

when children have no rice?

How can I buy something new

when they are almost nude?

I heard someone say:

Do for one what

you would do for all.

So I clothed one child,

and gave him bread.

He managed a grin

and then I did too.

The weight of the world

is off of my shoulders.

Now tell me, good sir,

How about you?

“Do to others as you would have them do to you.” —Luke 6:31

The Unworry Process

I put on a coat

that weighed ten pounds,

Everywhere I went

it dragged me down.

I tried to remove it,

It was knitted to my skin,

I foresaw no way

to be free again.

I called on my God,

the Maker of me,

He said, "Let go of all

your stress and worry."

He said, "I've got you,

Rest in my arms,

I'll keep you safe,

and protect you from harm."

I want to say the coat

dissolved—it's done,

But the truth is I'm pulling

out stitches one by one.

"For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his sacred tent and set me high upon a rock."—Psalm 27:5

Inside My Anxious Mind

Every thought screams,

All such drama queens,

I forget everything else,

And attend to their needs…

Anxiety is eating me alive.

It’s not rational,

It’s not voluntary,

It’s more like mental rape,

Probably hereditary...

Anxiety is eating me alive.

Inside its stomach,

I grow depressed,

Please vomit me out,

So I can finally rest…

Anxiety has eaten me alive.

If Life is Kind

If life is kind to you…

you will see you are a only a breath

your life is merely a shadow

you are a vanishing mist

your flesh is withering grass.

Life treated me kindly…

for I saw I was a gust of wind

then the Lord breathed into me

now my spirit lives immortally,

and my heart is set on eternity.

Nefarious But True

Memorize your face

Memorize your tales

Tales so nefarious

Tales so jagged

Jagged daggers of revenge

Jagged stabs at life

Life so liquid

Life so frenzied

Frenzied attempts to find God

Frenzied for His love

Love so genuine

Love so pure

Pure admiration for His creativity

Pure admiration for His cleverness

Cleverness that astounds

Cleverness that humbles

Humbles you to your knees

Humbles you beyond your senses

Senses that lie

Senses that yield to temptation

Temptation that drags you away

Temptation that dulls your conscience

Conscience so willing to be muddied

Conscience that likes to sleep

Sleep in fragrant dreams

Sleep in ignorant bliss

Bliss that kills the soul

Bliss that loves flattery

Flattery that tempts idols

Flattery that yields to sin

Sin that leads to death

Sin that needs forgiveness

Forgiveness that is costly

Forgiveness that heals

Heals your broken soul

Heals your mortal wounds

Wounds from His feet

Wounds from your past

Past weaved by you

Past torn by others

Others who were careless

Others who dismiss

Dismiss your identity

Dismiss His existence

Existence that's nonnegotiable

Existence that is true

True Savior

True sacrifice for mankind



The Meaning of Life

Love is the true meaning of life

So do not let your heart delay,

Let it be evident in everything

you do and each word you say.

Love will never cease to fulfill you,

It will extend overseas like an embassy,

Like a chauffeur, hope will drive you,

Like a memoir, it will be your legacy.

“…God is love.”—1John 4:8

The Problem With Perfection

While the rest of the world sees an elegant marble bust,

Close beloved ones see a pile of pitiful rubble,

Perfection is nothing but an elaborate illusion,

We must accept we are nothing but dust,

Openly reveal and accept our own vulnerability

Then we are free to break out of our bubble.

"Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground..." —Genesis 2:7


Vitality is not vital to life,

Passionate desires seem to pass me by,

Go ahead, zip up my body bag,

My soulless body is as good as dead.

Oh God, breathe life into me again,

Prophesy to these dry bones of mine,

Animate my hibernating spirit,

Rain down the elusive glitter called joy.

I sing the song You put in my heart,

Laughter comes easy to me these days,

You carried my sorrow far, far away,

I will praise Your Name forevermore.

“He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the LORD and put their trust in him.” —Psalm 40:3

Battling Fear

What if fear made the event happen?

Wouldn’t we all…

…be attacked by great white sharks,

…die a slow agonizing death by spider bites,

…or be mutilated by sinister clowns?

What if fear made the event happen?

Wouldn’t we all…

…starve to death in a worldwide famine,

…be rejected by everyone we know,

…or standby helplessly as our loved ones contract diseases?

What if fear made the event happen?

Wouldn’t we all…

…ward off those murderous thoughts,

…attack them with daggers of peace,

…and maintain a stupendously sound mind?

Let's start right now.


Maybe all of that fear, anxiety, and worry has been holding you back from loving God and others, which is the true meaning of life. Today, let us ask the Holy Spirit to help you overcome those setbacks and press forward in life with love. Join with me in prayer: "Almighty God, I pray the Holy Spirit would come inside me now and let Your peace settle on me. I release my fear, anxiety, and worry to You. Use me as Your servant to show unconditional love to everyone in my life. Thank You, Jesus, for showing the ultimate form of love by dying on the cross to pay for my sins. Thank You for the gracious gift of salvation. I look forward to the day I will live in heaven with You. In Jesus' Name, Amen."

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