Your Virtue

As pure as the snow,
your virtue is a way to survive.
With all the complications,
how do you stay alive?
You’ve got the special things
everyone should long for,
but that brings you above all
and special all the more.
Keep your smile for pleasantries
and fight this world for peace.
Your virtue is something special,
but to others just a piece.
If you ever need to talk,
call me for the time,
and when you need more than that
put God within your mind.

7-10-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. For Homey

Your Art

You, my darling, have a talent,

a truly hidden art.

I know, you see,

for you’ve deeply broken my heart.

I really thought I had it all.

I did not have a fear.

Yet as I cried my heart out,

everything grew clear.

Melting down within myself,

I sit and try to explain.

I only feel the betrayed soul

living life in pain.

It really wasn’t meant to be,

the way I was abused.

And that is why I dream at night,

I’m truly so confused.

A light within my shadowed mind

feels so abandoned and burdened.

Touching you would feel so great,

but would only strengthen the hurting.

Visions of my romance,

and my first and only love

will be my life for eternity,

but will never be enough.

 

4-4-89 Written by Gail Brookshire

(by the grace of God)

Things So Hopeless

Life,

a thing so endlessly unknown,

for we all tend to die.

Love,

a thing overwhelmingly cruel,

for we all seem to cry.

Time,

a thing forever untameable,

for we all lose sight of it.

Hearts,

things far too uncaring,

for we all come to covet.

Peace,

a thing never yet to exist,

for we tend to stay at war.

Death,

a thing to never understand,

any better than we did before.

9-21-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Too Much

Inside this fragile skull of mine

all the cells are speeding,

and if there’s any sanity,

it will start receding.

I can not think of any time

I’ve had a friend

or if I’ve ever loved someone

and had to let it end.

Was there ever anything

that made me crack a smile?

or let me laugh a little bit,

if only for awhile?

I know if I’m a hearted soul

longing for to care

there had to be somebody once.

I had some things to share.

So why is it that I’ve lost the best,

all my thoughts of love?

Could it be that life itself

was simply just too much?

8-1-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Timeless Life

Life is timeless without the hand of the clock
to rescue us from death.
And how can it be so precious,
if it can not give us breath.
To keep alive our love,
as well as our burdened souls?
It’s like an ocean tide
whenever it may come to roll.
Only our paths chosen by
our God of endless care
will be the paths of life
that we shall come to bear.
So once again I say to you
there is no time in life.
For it’s only a word to capture
those who hold the knife.

8-31-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Through the Years

Through the good and through the bad,
our share of troubles we’ve had.
Yet, somehow we lay here tonight
and everything seems to be alright.
When the sun comes up and shines,
I want you to say that you’re mine.
And when we are together years ahead,
we will be glad that we were wed.

9-24-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. Written for Dawn’s book

The Vow

Placing a ring upon my finger,
you solemnly took a vow
to love me all the days and nights
like you love me now.

Well, Honey, let me tell you this.
I love you just as strong.
And as long as you want me,
the vow will never go wrong.

9-24-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. My friend Dawn asked me to write a book of poetry just for her. (I have done this all my life for friends or anyone who asks.) This poem was on a topic she asked me to write because she was so excited about her engagement.