Walk Down Wedding Lane

Drifted apart upon the ocean,
No one knew we were lost.
The storm ripped us in two.
Our lives would be the cost.
Months have passed since the time
That the ocean made its fight.
Our bodies drift in tides of love,
And in view of someone’s sight.
They called the local authority
And reported that they had found
Two bodies washed upon the sands,
and noticed our hands were bound.
They came and checked it all out,
And identified our bodies too.
They found that we were married,
And our lives were fresh and new.
The wedding rings has washed away,
But we were still in ropes
From where we had been cutting up
And making silly jokes.
Our honeymoon was our farewell
To the world from our marriage.
The ocean was our residing place,
A place we always cherished.

12-12-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Why Am I A Writer?

Words are what I use to write
A poem or two each day.
And a lot of people love them.
They say with words I have a way.
Well I’m beginning to think it’s all a wish
And that I should give it up.
Because nothing I’ve written you
Has won your dying love.
All I ever wanted from you
Was just to let me care.
But you would rather walk away,
Making it hard to be there.
No words have brought you back,
Or made you turn your head.
No words have made you listen
To whatever it was I said.
No words made you really believe
That I would live my life
Simply keeping you happy
If only I were your wife.
So why am I a writer still
If I know you won’t even read
The words that are all I feel,
Causing my heart to bleed.

11-20-1990 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Heaven or Hell

Living in heaven or going to hell.
Which will be your choice?
Which direction will be your journey?
Will you come to hear God’s voice?
Maybe someday there’ll be a time
When the world can get together
And brilliantly select a world
Of love and peace forever.
Show the children how to grow.
Teach them of our God.
For though you may choose your hell,
These children may not.

12-19-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire

Outside of the Gate

Lock me in a cellar room.
Take away the key.
Forever outside the gate,
I could never be free.

Inside I am safe from pain.
I cannot learn to care.
Love will never meet me there.
The heartache I will not bear.

I cannot feel the loving touch
Of one who cares for me.
And I shall be too weak
To ever break free.

So please, shut the gate.
Make sure that it is locked.
For in this place I’m happy.
And on the outside, I am not.

10-18-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: False security distorts truth

Praise You for 100 Followers and Over 3,000 views on gaillovesgodspoetry!

Ok, God. It’s time to give YOU some more glory! It’s not about the numbers! You know anything You give me is all about You! What You bless this poetry blog with is all Yours!
According to WordPress, Damon Ashworth Psychology became the 100th Follower.
Bless him and his blog, Lord.
He had a pretty interesting sleep study (What Happens If You Go To Bed Too Early?) as his last post. Help him and his clients to have the restful sleep that only You can provide.
100 Follows!
Congratulations on getting 100 total follows on gaillovesgodspoetry!
Your current tally is 102.
WordPress also says there have been over 3,000 views now. You always amaze me that what You whisper in my ear, or that I talk with You about would be of any interest to anyone.  It’s You! They see You in anything they see good, or that You grab their attention with… because everything is about You… for me!
500 Posts
Congratulations on writing 500 posts
We have so many more poems to add on that You allowed me to write through the years. Right now we are on poems from 1998. Sometimes it is so hard to read something that was painful, or shameful, or sounding so insulting to You, instead of glorifying You. But I hear You, and I obey. This is a testimony for You. How can anyone know the wonderful things You have done for me, if they do not know where You brought me from. And more importantly, You remind me with more and more comments from others that there are others who are currently going through the same thing. They need to know You care, that You are with them, and that it is very possible to have a new life in You… no matter where You find us. So I trust even the unpleasant writings to You. It is a place that life once convinced me would never change. But then You spoke! ❤ You rescued! ❤ You saved! ❤ And I am more and more in love with You every day! ❤
So please keep pouring Your words through me because I have always been blessed to be the first one to read them. You minister to me to with the love You pour out on all of Your children! I want the whole world to know Gail Loves God! ❤
And they need to know… God loves you!
“My heart is inditing a good matter:
I speak of the things which I have made touching the king:
my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.”
– Psalm 45:1 KJV

So Many Searching Souls

A night out on the town,
Just to relieve some stress,
To get a little fresh air.
Yet so many souls search for comfort
In such wasteful ways.
Alcohol cannot take away their pain.
That’s why they end up crying, puking,
Or doing something they normally wouldn’t do.
Drugs only damage the brain
And addict the nerves.
Sleeping around only reminds them
How alone they really are.
And when they realize they have shared such a personal moment
With someone who doesn’t care either,
It only makes them more depressed.
Jealousy invades their integrity
And then only causes hardship on all.
What a shame they can’t go to God in prayer.
If we all are going to end up on our knees,
Why don’t we do it from the beginning
And save a lot of unnecessary pain?
If only the Bible could guide them.
They are always looking for answers,
Yet ignore them, as they lay in the good book.
If they would call on God and allow His presence to be their comfort,
He would be faithful to answer.
The Holy Spirit could fill them with a far greater joy than liquor.
Oh God, so many souls are lost and searching.
They walk in pain and live in agony.
They desperately want a way out.
I know this world is a cold place to be sometimes,
And I know all too well the pain and loneliness.
But, Jesus, You are the only way to a peaceful life,
A joy filled heart, and an eternal haven.
I pray for all the lonely and heartbroken souls.
I pray for their peace, comfort, and joy for living.
I pray they come to You for these things
Because You are the only way they’ll find them.
In my sweet Jesus’ name I pray – Amen.

9-26-98 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

God Walks Into a Room

God walks into a room
and serenity consumes the aura.
Grief, tragedy, and trauma
all take a back seat
to the peace within
such a Holy place.

Souls cry and mourn
for the soul going home,
yet their tears are for joy
to know a loved one
will never ache again.

A body is carried.
The procession is performed.
The earth becomes a bed.
For God has made room
within the grass.

God walks into a room
and serenity consumes the aura.
A life breathes a first breath,
begins a journey for death,
and yet a purpose will be fulfilled.

9-11-98 Friday
written by Gail Brookshire