If Someone Dies

If someone dies and their soul is taken by the evil world,
can that person come to their family and friends,
who are religious, in a good dream or way?
I mean their soul is evil or bad, because they must go to hell,
does this mean that the only way you can see them is through evilness?
Will this loved one or friend be used against
their religious family and friends to bring them to hell?
Will Satan try to use them to get his way with their souls?
I just wonder because of Dean.
I’m not saying he went to hell.
I’m scared because I don’t know.
It could be either way.
How do we know?
We’re not God.
We just have to have faith in God
and make sure we want heaven,
no matter where he went to.

7-9-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: Our family was discussed this topic upon Dean’s death because we had been taught anyone committing suicide goes to hell. I was confused myself then. In the last 27 of growing in the Lord and His word since, the Lord instructs me that we are not God and do not know if someone asks God to forgive them just before they commit suicide, or at anytime in the process. If I am unable to guarantee 100% that someone made it to heaven (which I cannot do since I am not God) then I cannot rule 100% that they did not.
Regardless of where a person lives in eternity, God’s word tells us not to have anything to do with familiar spirits, so I do not believe God uses or allows spirits to return to haunt us.

I MUST PROCEED

 

Rejected on the first try,
I felt like giving in
and saying I wasn’t good enough,
just because I didn’t win.
But in my heart I know I am.
I’m the best in what I do.
And I’m not giving up on myself.
That’s the worst thing I could do.
I’ve got to keep on trying
or else I won’t succeed.
God has given me a talent
in which I must proceed.
Keep watching for my poetry
to come across the world.
For I believe that God has placed
the love for poetry in this girl.

4-18-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: My 1st rejection on my poetry.
Whew! Did the confidence strength so loud or what!

I Missed Church Today

I’m sorry, God,
I missed church today.
I went out and visited with my neighbors
and heard them talk of pain.
When what I really needed to hear,
was of Your sheltering us from the rain.
I didn’t get to hear the songs
the choir always sings.
I only heard the wickedness
that rock and roll can bring.
I heard the little children cry
from something in vain,
where I would rather hear them talk too loud
as they’re corrected again and again.
I didn’t hear the preacher say
to do what we know we should.
Instead, I heard the encouragement
to do what makes me feel good.
I wish I had been there to give You praise
and give money to the church.
But instead, I was just wasting time
learning things that can help me burn.
Please believe me when I say I’m sorry
and that I wish I had been there.
I pray that I will be there next Sunday
and hope You know that I still care.

4-21-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

I MISS THE LOVE

Sweet Jesus,
I miss the love we use to have. It brought me so close to you.
Yes, I know I still love you and never stopped.
And I know you know that.
But I also know you understand what I’m talking about.
I wish I could understand these new changes that I’ve went through.
I know they’ve all been meaningful and helped me to learn a lot,
but I often wonder why it was allowed
for our relationship to grow so far apart.
Not really our relationship apart because like I said,
I’ve always loved you.
But what could have possibly been so meaningful
that I needed to walk away from the obedience I tried so hard to get closer to?
I know I never became perfect or anywhere near,
but surely I was doing so much better then than I am now.
As least I walked in the thought of your love
instead of what I thought had come to make me happy.
God, you are what makes me happy.
Ecstatic.
Without you, I am miserable.
I’m nothing.
I can’t stand to be alive without you.

7-7-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

I Made Him Happy

I made him happy and he smiled.
I was so afraid and insecure all the while.
But my love for him made me try.
I couldn’t give up and cry.
I had to see if I could
do something that was good.
So I went out searching and searched for so long.
But I couldn’t give in when things went wrong.
I just held on and believed in my love.
And sure enough found just what he would love.
What a simple task you say, to find a birthday present.
But when it’s for someone you love, you know what it really meant.
And I’m glad I kept on searching and didn’t settle for anything less,
because I know I made him happy, and to see his smile was the best!

5-7-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: My son’s 3rd birthday

He’s Dead and Gone

He’s gone and no one could bring him back.
He’s dead and life is all he lacks.
Why can’t we give him the breath to reawaken now?
I know we could do it if we could just figure out how.
Why is it so hard to discover the secret of death?
If we could conquer it, we could give him breath.

10-6-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Here I Go Again

God,
here I go again.
I asked for Your forgiveness
and now, I sin again.
What makes me think I have the right
to ask You to always care
if every time I’m going to run
just when You are there?
I want to live a life for You,
never running away,
but can’t even stay with You,
or find a word to say.
I’m trying to live my life by You
and hope the world will see
that even though I fall sometimes,
You’re still the world to me.

3-29-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Happy Birthday, Grandpa!

Grandpa, I miss you.
I wish you were here.
Tomorrow would’ve been your birthday,
a good day to cheer.
With you gone it seems sad
and I wonder why I’ll even remember.
Though it’s the later part of a warm April,|
it feels like the middle of a cold September.
I wish I could give you a hug
and see your smile one more time.
I’ll cry all day just knowing
I can’t even give you one more dime.
Somehow I’ll have to believe you know
how much I still love you.
And no matter how far apart death keeps us,
you can hear me say, “Happy Birthday” too.

4-23-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. written for my Granddad! ❤

 

God, It Hurts

God, it hurts

    to know I’ll never see him again,

    to know he’ll never come back.

God, please give him back.

Make it like it never happened.

Please. Please.

    It just has to be a dream.

 

No, I know God.

    Dean is better off now.

    He’s not suffering or hurting.

    He’s gone. He’s finally at rest.

Please take care of him.

And God, I still love you.

    It may hurt, but God

 

life on earth will always be hard

    and painful a lot times.

    Just please don’t leave us.

    Please be real.

I KNOW YOU ARE.

I just love you so much.

    In Sweet Jesus name I pray.

         Amen.

 

6-26-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: my dear cousin Dean

God, I Was Rejected

God, I was rejected for my heart
and it’s torn me apart.
I felt the rejection of saying
I wasn’t good enough.
But I can’t give up on poetry,
it’s something I love.
Even if I never win,
I know I’ll always write.
I just wish I could share it with the world
and make someone feel alright.
The only thing I know to do
is to pray to you and believe.
I can’t give up on my dreams
just because of an award I didn’t receive.
To all those who send your poetry
to any poetry contest,
don’t give up because you lose.
Inside you’re still the best.

4-18-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. This was written over the 1st rejection I ever received from entering a poetry contest.
I have been published several times since then, but as long as I am writing for God that is all that matters to me! ❤ Whatever He asks of me to do with the gift He gave!

God Is My Father

God is my Father and I am quite proud of it.
He is my Savior and I love it.
Many have tried to love me, but none have even rose
above the love He’s given me to make me feel so close.
Only God can give me peace within my aching soul.
He understands the pain I hide and helps me feel whole.
I love my God and am proud to say I do.
God is my Father, and the reason I love and live too.

10-8-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

God Is #1

God,
I’m sorry. I miss writing to You.
I just get so tired from working,
doing Jaycee stuff,
and being a friend, lover,
mother, sister, daughter, granddaughter,
and anything else I may be requested of in life.
But You, God, You are still number 1 to me.
You will always come first.
The only reason I spend so much time with others
is because of the love I have for You
and the love You placed in my heart for others.
Good night, Sweet Jesus.
Help me to serve You.
Know that I love You.
Be with us all,
and I pray for everyone who needs a prayer.
In Sweet Jesus name, I pray.
Praise God!
Amen.

9-15-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

For Times When You Were There

To all my loving and wonderful friends, I salute you.
For times that I was down and you were there to say,
“Cheer up” with remarks to make me laugh.
For times when I was sad and you were there to say,
“Alright” with fun we always shared.
For times when I was doubtful and you were there to say,
“Hey, Calm Down” with reactions to make me laugh again.
For the times that I was taking love and you were there to say,
“It’s OK. We love you enough to put up with it.”
I want to say thank you.
I love you just as much, and I just hope I get a chance
to give some of that wonderful love back.
And even more, I hope you’ll still be my friend.
Love for an eternity… your friend.

12-18-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Fictional Visions

God, death is so cruel.
I know it’s reassuring and comforting too,
but why is it allowed to scare us,
to trick us,
to bring such horrible nightmares and terrifying fears?
Why are we allowed to be tormented
when we’re ready to accept the facts and face it as it was?
Couldn’t You please explain why in order to find love
we must first learn to deal with pain?
I know we must learn to appreciate and be thankful,
but why must we be terrified by visions of fictional scenes?
It’s just so hard to go through these changes of life and death.
Just please be with us and help us to grow and learn in faith.
Bless You and praise You,
our Sweet Jesus Christ our Lord, our Rock, and Salvation.
Thank You for love, life, and eternity.
Forever Loving You.

6-8-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Family Pain

Pain?
I’ll tell you what another aching pain is.
Pain is knowing your family is in pain, that your loves ones are hurting,
on a holiday… Thanksgiving.
The holiday we always get together on, yet this time
we’re all missing someone… one of our family members.
To some a son, a grandson, a nephew, an ex-boyfriend, a friend, a best-friend,
a neighbor, a fiance, a favorite student, a coworker, and my cousin.
It hurts to know he can’t be here with us.
And even if I were able to smile, I still couldn’t over knowing my family is hurting.
I can’t erase their pain. I can’t change the situation.
Or best yet, I can’t even bring him back.
We can’t give him a hug… just one hug, or even just say Happy Thanksgiving.
Instead we must find a way to enjoy the day without him.
Imagine that.
As much as we miss him and want him back,
as much as we hate that he’s going to never return,
it’s a rule of life that we have to smile and act as though everything is OK & be thankful.
That is if we want to be normal again.
For my family, friends, and cousin… I love you all.
And let me assure you that no matter what therapists, people, or strangers say,
to love, miss, and want Dean back is normal.
And if we feel like it’s criminal to enjoy the first holidays without him,
then that’s quite a normal feeling.
However, I am here for you. I pray for us all.
May God comfort us and the world wide.
May He be with all families… after all, we are all His children.
Love Deeply and Sincerely,

Gail… your cousin, niece, daughter, sister, granddaughter, friend, and love.
11-28-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Thanksgiving Day