Love Driven Deep

Behind this window, this pane of glass.
It makes me wish I could shatter though and hold you.
If I had to cut through my flesh to get to you, I would.
If only it weren’t so in between us.
I can’t stand knowing a sheet of glass is the only thing within our way.
The only things keeping us apart.
Oh please, let’s shatter it and make a scar of love.
“Crash!”…I’ve shattered it now.
I never knew I would die from this piece
That just happened to cut right through my heart.
It pierced so hard and drove so deep.
I couldn’t even survive long enough to see you and touch your smile,
After going through such extreme to get to you.
What happened to love? Why didn’t it bring us together?
Love is supposed to save us.
Maybe it died when I went through the window,
As the jagged edge sheared my heart.
Is this what your love does to everyone you hold?

5-7-1991 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero.

Challenged Hearts

Save a tear for me
And wipe away my blood.
Only through my broken window,
Can I escape the flood.
Reach to the sphere above,
And avoid the careless fall.
When you feel the agony,
Do not try to call.
Nails of sand beneath my feet
Touching those at war.
Could you survive the destiny
We all have seen before?
Walk away and taste the sweat
Falling forth to speak.
Do not try to overcome.
You will always be too weak!

3-8-1991 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero.

Buried In Love

As the rain to the soil,
My tears are pouring down.
My knight has lost the battle.
He lies here on the ground.
I cannot wake his wounded heart.
He will not lift his eyes.
Oh, my soul is aching now.
My heart is paralyzed.
Someone take away my pain,
And restore the life of my knight.
My world could never dawn again.
I’m imprisoned within the night.
By his side lies his sword.
I draw it back to lance.
I fall upon his lifeless soul.
We become a buried romance.

3-4-1991 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

A Writer’s Reservation

Who do I write to?
What do I write and why should I bother?
It’s not like it’s really all that important.
I should title it to God.
He cares.
And He’s always listening.
That’s what I like about God,
Even when I can’t talk or write,
He still hears what’s going on in my heart.
And as only He would know
That’s when I need someone to talk to most,
But am reluctant to talk.
And sometimes even convince myself
There’s nothing to talk about.

1-2-1991 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero.

Out of Ink Heart

I don’t know what to write.
I have written for days.
Every time I start to write,
Thoughts get in the way.
So many things go through my mind
On what to write to you.
But I feel you wouldn’t care
And figure what good would it do.
No one knows how it makes a writer feel
To hear they write so well,
Yet can’t find anything to attract
The attention of one you want to tell.
It hurts to see you turn away
Before you give me a chance,
Or to flip through the pages,
Giving no more than a glance.
How can you understand what I feel
If you don’t even stop to listen?
For the worst is when it’s read and ignored,
As though there were something missing.
So why bother picking up the pen
To try to say a word,
When all it’ll do is bore you
And cause the author to get hurt?

12-26-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Dearest Jesus

Hi. I don’t know exactly what to say.
How are You doing? I hope You’re doing alright.
I know You have the world on Your shoulders.
And here it is nearing Your birthday.
I wish things were so different for You.
It’s not fair that the world is at bad terms
On the day of the celebration of Your birth.
This is also a time of peace, and love,
And good will toward all men.
Yet here we are arguing over things
That aren’t even any where near as bad
As You having to die for us.
So many men are away from their families.
Wishing they could just be there for them.
And then there are people in our country
Who aren’t even thinking about the guys overseas.
It’s not right.
And then there are the homeless,
Who have no food, no clothing, no home,
And no one to spend Christmas with.
May everyone stop to think about what’s really going on
And how it’s a day of rejoicing
In Your day of coming to our world to save us.
Have a wonderful and loving Christmas. Happy Birthday.
My gift to You is a prayer for everyone
To be at peace in thought of You today.
Forever Loving You.

12-21-1990 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Merry Christmas! ❤ Happy Birthday! I ❤ U Much!

Wish You Were Home

Hey Guys, I’m sorry you’re over there.
You should be over here with your families.
I know you wish you were.
Christmas isn’t the same without the ones you love to share it with.
So many people hustle in worry of getting presents.
The perfect gift.
All you really need is to be there, and you’ve got more than you need.
But hey guys, I wish I could tell you how proud I am of you.
And how much I wish this would all stop so that you could be home for Christmas.
It’s a day of celebrating the birth of Christ,
And you have to spend it fighting for a country
Who’s too selfish and self-centered to think about what you’re going through.
Instead of how it costs to get the gas to go to the mall for Christmas shopping.
Guys, I hope it’s all over soon.
May you have a good Christmas and please know someone cares, I do.

12-19-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: For all the guys in Saudi Arabia during Christmas 1990.