Jeff Kyser Poet Etheree

Imperishable

Death:
No pain,
No more tears;
A room prepared,
A better country;
Away from the body
And abiding with the Lord;
Absent victory, absent sting,
The last enemy to be destroyed;
The harvest of imperishable seed.

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Caren Krutsinger February 17, 2022 at 1:28 PM “The last enemy to be destroyed”.

Thompson Emate February 17, 2022 at 3:24 AM Having read your comment on my poem, I was eager to have a read of yours. I love it. Its message is so clear. It makes one crave for more. Good one. Jeff Kyser February 17, 2022 at 3:31 AM It is an interesting form, isn't it? I like the idea that we can use it to narrow our focus or to get more and more expansive in our thought, both of which are great meditations when applied to the great things of God. Have a blessed day!