Dear Rising Moon

I see you, Dear Moon,
Rising higher just above the trees.
You’re in an ocean of blue sky,
No clouds… just a cool breeze.
You move closer to the maker
From which we both began.
You are hung in His heavens
By His omnipotent hand.
You see from a view
That He too can see.
Can you see life?
Can you see me?
As you continue your journey
To slowly ascend,
Life is calling me to return,
Bringing our visit to an end.
Give my love to our Creator,
And let Him know I’m glad
That He sent you to say hello,
And for the time we’ve had.

2-5-2017 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

FALL

Earlier in the morning,
The sun is taken away so soon.
Yet only to bring the late night breeze,
As you’re warmed by the moon.
Trees release their leaves,
As they elegantly dance about.
And as you see through the empty branches,
You feel as though something has been left out.
Longer nights of midnights,
To await for the new day.
And as the morning dawns,
The clouds steal your hopes away.
Once again we must endure
The tragedy of fall.
Yet if you’ll take a closer look,
You’ll see God’s beauty in it all.

12-5-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: For my dear friend Carolyn

You Saved The Day

God, You saved me.

It was just another routine day

Of my running myself crazy

And getting in my own way,

But You saved the day.

It was a day that breaks my will,

A day to test my faith.

My day was so busy that within the Spirit

I did not get to bathe.

But You saved the day.

How many times will life challenge me?

How many times will I grow tired?

Every time I allow myself to worry

I forget the love of whom I admire,

But You save the day.

Temptations make a great debate

And try to steal my joy.

I don’t even sing in praise

Because I do not seem to enjoy.

But You save the say.

Lord, I am so unworthy

Of a love that is only faithful and true.

Though You never fail me or leave me,

I tend to easily neglect You.

But You save the day.

If I had to die for my sins,

There’s no doubt I’d be tried.

The world would be ready to condemn me

And have me crucified.

But Jesus saved the day!

    Thank You, Jesus! ❤

 

5-8-1998 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

The Little Man of God Heaven Gave Me

My son, my beautiful, gorgeous son,

The little man of God which heaven gifted me with,

You are an angel to which I feel entrusted.

From conception you have been an answer to prayer.

How much I wanted you and for how long

Before you actually came along, you will never know.

Each morning that I awaken I thank God for you.

You put up with so much,

From school taking up my time,

To homework stealing ours,

And all the last minute cancellations.

You are so loving and understanding for a child so young.

You are wise and forgiving in the ways God allows for you to be.

You’ve been such a man at times when you’ve seen me experience heartbreak.

The little arms that have always comforted me,

Do so even now with such patient words.

God gives a lot of people children.

But I thank Him for sharing with me one of His most precious.

You carry the love of Christ in your heart.

 

12-25-1998 Friday, Christmas
Written by Gail Brookshire
For my 10 year old son Anthoni Brookshire
As his Christmas Poem for his present.

Evil Appetite

Let me clarify before you read this poem below that I am no longer like this. I really struggled to still save and post this poem as I am trusting God in leading me in which poems to save and delete. I just don’t like it any more. But for that one who may be struggling in the same way, I testify to you that God does answer prayer, the Holy Spirit is more powerful than our deepest lusts, and far more comforting than any physical feeling there ever has been, is now, or ever will be… without having to defile yourself, give yourself away, or to think so low of yourself. I post this for you because God wants you to know that He hasn’t given up on you. He knows the struggle we have in this flesh. Even if this is the millionth time you have failed, or still fight so hard to stay pure (or to even understand the importance of purity), God knows you love Him. Keep praying! Keep trying! Trust Him to know where you are and what you’ve done (even if it was an hour ago), and trust Him to still want you! He will save! He can! The Holy Spirit will give you the best relationship you have ever had in Christ. And that does not necessarily mean that you will not be married to the right one some day! But Christ is always the right one… NO MATTER WHAT!
❤ ❤ Thank You, God for answered prayer ❤ ❤
❤ ❤ Thank you, Holy Spirit, for consuming me! ❤ ❤
❤ ❤ Keep consuming! ❤ ❤
❤ ❤ Thank you, Jesus, for loving me… ❤ ❤
❤ ❤ like no one ever has or ever could! ❤ ❤
❤ ❤ Thank you for 15 years of purity. ❤ ❤
❤ ❤ I use to pray for even one! ❤ ❤

Appetite… now that’s the word I’ve been looking for
to describe the desires that are so inviting.
It’s not sin, lust, but an appetite
that I have been resisting and fighting.
There are so many things that remind me
of pleasures that have left a luxurious flavor.
It begins with a small craving just to taste
then consumes me with an appetite to savor.
I drink in all that I can
of whatever morsel I am lucky to receive.
The things I am willing to indulge in,
you just would not believe.
Help me, Lord, as these things are evil
and their demons can so easily possess.
Help me to steer clear and be strong,
as I find no one to whom I can confess.
You know my every thought
and are the strength I rely on.
Replace in me the Holy Spirit
and make this evil appetite be gone.

6-16-01 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)