Winging It

Falling through the sky…
I fly!
Wafting in the wind…
I blend.
From breeze to breeze…
I am at ease.
I travel along…
I’m long gone.
One with the air…
I dare
To feel my breath…
And escape my death.

2-28-19 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Addressing You

If I write a poem or two
For addressing you,
What does it mean that I bothered?

Younger or older,
Which one is bolder?
Everything seems altered.

One, two, or three.
Can’t seem to agree,
Yet work together to manipulate.

Home and school.
Just more rules.
You firmly stipulate.

Then or now
Doesn’t matter anyhow.
Life just took its turn.

Time to fly
And say Goodbye.
There’s really no need to mourn.

2.27.19 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Therapeutic Escapes

Hacks, and jacks, and unclaimed thoughts.
Which one am I?
Hello, Goodbye, miscommunicating altogether.
Don’t even know why.
Highs, lows, the roller coaster of life.
Which ride today?
Younger self, Defensive self, the whole is incomplete.
Which role will I play?
Denial. Avoidance. Therapeutic escapes.
Where shall I go?
Fly the sky, among the clouds so high.
There’s nothing left below.

2.27.19 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Penned Through the Pages

Words of a Savior penned through the pages.
Salvation shared throughout the ages.
A King, a bride, a wedding invitation.
A Father, a Son, reconciliation.
Chariots of Fire, a mansion prepared.
Save your oil. None can be spared.
Baby Jesus, baby Moses, twins that fight in the womb.
False imprisonment, wrongful death, finding the empty tomb.
Baby Samsom, baby Samuel, my strength comes from the Lord.
Baby Isaac, baby Ishmael, sin lies at the door.
Do not fear. Don’t be afraid. Angels out of nowhere.
Fight the bear. Fight the giant. David is in despair.
Mother Mary, Harlot Mary, Jesus is Lazarus’ friend.
John the Baptist, John the disciple, a Revelation in the end.

2.25.2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Last Page, Final Word

Last page, final word.
There’s no more to be heard.
Written or not, it’s all been said.
No looking back. Time to move ahead.
Words follow life. Life follows not.
Put the pen down. It was just a thought.
Hush, little girl. Close your eyes.
Time to sleep. Time to fly.

2.25.2019 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Last page in my color journal:
Life Is a Journey, Not a Destination

Abundant Words or Lack Thereof

Yesterday, just weeks ago, or even next month.
It doesn’t matter the time.
Every chance I try to sit and write with You,
I Have so much on my mind.
I thought that was a good thing
For the writer in me to have so much to say,
Yet when I go to put it in ink
The words just run away.
How cruel they are to scream so loud,
“I want to be heard!”
Yet when I go to set them free,
They do not whisper a word.
Bottled up, tangled up,
Scrambled and fried inside.
Thoughts, emotions, dreams, and life
Suddenly seem to have died.
One last time I make an effort
By bringing it to You.
Abundant words or lack thereof?
You’ll know what to do.

2-25-19 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Never Been Surer

So far away from the world,
I grow to know You more.
So far away from You,
I fear You don’t want me anymore.
The lies that follow the world
Try to convince me they’re from You,
But after knowing You personally,
I know that will never be true.
Your Holy word assures us
You love us and always will.
We are to rely on Your word,
Not on what we feel.
No one has ever been truer.
No one has ever been purer.
Nothing and no one
Has ever made me surer.
The One who pursues me
No matter how much I fail,
Loves me 🙂
And loves me so well!

2-17-19 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire