Swaddle Knock

Flicker, flacker, why, and not.
I haven’t got a clue.
You tangle the fishing line
And throw a hula hoop.
What you say with dimling din
And fumble to pass it along!
Do you not see the mermaid
Or hear her midnight song?
Crack at bat, you swing at that,
And bunt a foul too soon.
Do you not hear the howling?
Turn off that full lit moon.
Oh swaddle knock, it is too late.
The words rock the boat.
Shoulda put the kettle on,
But fed the billy goat.

11.9.2020 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Distorted Vision

One little speck, and the eye is dim.
The vision is distorted.
A blink, a wink, and a filter.
It’s hard to sort it.
Uncertainty behind the lid.
A blurry sight to see.
Watery eyes tear up.
Moisture is a need.
Inspect, examine, evaluate.
Determine what is wrong.
Treat the cause and focus on
Healing to be strong.

11.9.2020 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Mote in the eye
“And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but perceivest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Either how canst thou say to thy brother, Brother, let me pull out the mote that is in thine eye, when thou thyself beholdest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Thou hypocrite, cast out first the beam out of thine own eye, and then shalt thou see clearly to pull out the mote that is in thy brother’s eye.”
– Luke 6:41-42 KJV

My Friend The Mask

Hidden behind the mask,
And the world outside.
It’s a false security
To think I can hide.
Just like me,
It is not perfect.
But like a good friend
It tries to protect.
God in His wisdom
Has made us friends.
We work together
To be a defense.
Thank You, God,
For my friend The Mask.
Thank You for allowing it
To perform its task.

11.9.2020 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Gentle Mental Rain

Drizzling rain is falling
Reminding to be gentle.
We’ll still get wet
No matter the mental.
Dark and hazy clouds
Like the ones in our mind.
We’re all a little confused,
So be kind.
A spot of blue
Is trying to peek through.
A lot of souls need
The Light in you.
The sun starts to shine.
The sky illuminates.
Patience brings joy
To those who wait.

11.9.2020 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

The Paper Waits to Relay

Words, thoughts, chasing shadows.
Things heavy on my mind.
There are no answers for the questions.
The days are left behind.
The pen runs with the ink.
The paper waits to relay.
Do the words have Your permission?
What are they allowed to say?
Weary, scared, confused,
The world wonders what to do.
The pen needs to write the message,
God loves you!

10.21.2020 Wednesday
written by Gail Brookshire

Homebound Sound

The whir of your engine
Propels you by.
I cannot see you,
Somewhere in the sky.
The rev of your engine
Gases your motor.
Your tires disappear,
As they quickly roll over.
The voice on your phone
Tells your business,
But you’re so absorbed,
You just listen.
Sounds all around me
Distracting my mind.
They are very welcome
In this troublesome time.
The sound of the trumpet
Will soon resound.
Headed for heaven,
We’ll be homebound.

10.22.2020 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Your Shining Hope

Yellow, orange, red.
All of different shades.
Green in many colors.
This is the beauty You’ve made.
The warmth, the brightness,
The presence of the sun
Makes me think of the day
Our Light will be Your Son.
The hum of the air.
The sound of the quiet.
Feeling like everything’s
Going to be alright.
These are the blessings
In moments You provide.
Even in chaos,
A beautiful way to hide.
Thank You for shining
A little of Your love my way.
A little bit of hope
Goes a very long way.

10.22.2020 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

The Fowls of Matthew 6:26

My eyes on the sky,
I see you fly by.
A pair of fluttering wings
Catch my eye.
Clouds of many kinds
Are stretched abroad,
Yet another pair of wings
Distract my thought.
Blue were the first,
Black the second.
Now a brown pair
Begins to beckon.
One on the rooftop.
One in the trees.
One on the limb,
Shaking the leaves.
The fowls of Matthew 6:26
Are reminding me,
“Don’t look for an escape.
You’re looking out for me.”

10.21.2020 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

A Trail of Words

A trail of words leading me.
My vision slightly impaired.
I know that you are leading me,
But I do not know where.
The words themselves are cloudy.
Sometimes distorting the view.
But I know they are instructed
To bring glory to You.
Words bring definition and clarity
To things uncertain.
But they’re meant to be a blessing,
Not a burden.
These words are words You’re giving me,
But come with a dose of patience.
I pray and listen,
And wait for Your Presence.

10.21.2020 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

A Boy and His Mom’s Wisdom

A boy and his mom.
A king and a queen.
Words of wisdom.
And I get to glean.
Teaching and leading.
A mom loves her son.
Recalling prophecy.
He remembers what’s to be done.
Judgment, discernment,
Needed strength to rule.
Consider the poor and needy.
No need to be cruel.
Righteous and sober.
A testimony to protect.
No time to get drunk.
No time to neglect.
Virtuous and diligent.
A woman of God.
She’s to be praised
And given the gentleman’s nod.
Favor, beauty.
Beware of passing deceit.
Fear of the Lord
Makes a woman complete.

7.31.2020 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Proverbs 31 in my Proverbs Journal,
And Lemuel and his momma!

You Foolish Fool

Oh you, fool, I do not like you.
You want to receive God’s glory.
You don’t care about His way.
You lie and embellish your story.
You seek to make me foolish
With pride and wasteful spirit.
I do not want any part of it,
I do not want to hear it.
You seek to flatter the world
Using any weapon you can.
But I am not that foolish.
I know God is faithful to man.
Do not waste your lies on me.
He won my heart long ago.
All glory to His Holy name!
I know He loves me so.

7.26.2020 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Proverbs 26 in my Proverbs Journal.

Wrestling the Threat

Life was visiting with me
When death tried to choke me out.
It was a scary battle.
I had great fear and doubt.
The pain, the helplessness.
The struggle to have a breath,
A desperate feel of uncertainty
While wrestling to fight death.
How great my Mighty Savior,
To lift me into His arms.
He had no tolerance whatsoever
For Death’s pathetic charms.
The minutes that felt like eternity
Forced patience to be exercised.
So many thoughts ran through my mind.
Behind my frightened eyes.
God was faithful to fight for me,
And saved me from the threat.
“Thank you, God, for being there.
I am forever in Your debt.”

7.18.2020 Sunday
written by Gail Brookshire
Inspirational Proverbs 18 in my Proverbs Journal,
and literally getting choked.

The Promises of Your Favor

The promises of Your favor
Are life and preservation to my soul.
You promise they will lead me,
And keep my ways good and whole.
You promise they will protect,
That they will ground and root.
You promise they will preserve,
And steady my feet.
You promise wisdom and counsel
Will establish and prepare.
My spirit will be ready
No matter when or where.
Your peace and Your favor
Wait to guard and guide.
Rooted and grounded in You
Is where my soul longs to abide.

7.12.2020 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Proverbs 12 in my Proverbs Journal

Righteousness, You Are A Friend

Righteousness, you are a friend of mine,
One God says will protect me.
He says you’ll lead me and keep me,
And show me how to be His delight.
He says you know the way to life,
And how to avoid destruction.
He says you bring me integrity,
Peace, and cause me to flourish.
He says you help me to make Him smile,
To be a faithful spirit.
And to walk in His ways.
All these things causes God
To speak so highly of you.
He speaks of favor when He speaks of you.
He tells me I am wise to follow you.
So here I am, Righteousness.
Make me, too, my Father’s delight.
I long to make Him smile.
I love Him.

7.11.2020 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Proverbs 11 in my Proverbs Journal

A God Who Loves Me

A God who loves me,
Despite how I can be.
Who gave me wisdom
To help me see.
Who sent instruction
To rescue me.
To save me from lies
That only deceive.
A God who loves me,
Despite my lack.
He’s willing to give
So I can give back.
He knows my nature,
And still He gives.
He tasted of death
So that I could live.
A God who loves me,
And lets me love Him back.
How grateful I am
For that fact.

7.10.2020 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Proverbs 10 of my Proverbs Journal