Why Do We?

Why do we have to be there for those we love?
If we don’t feel they love us,
Why can’t we just walk away?
Run away from the pain?
Where’s the escape from caring for anyone
And aching through the nights?
Where does it all come to?
When does it all stop?
Why can’t it be now?
Someone please… answer me!
Help me!
I want to run away!

11-18-1988 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
I praise God for seeing me through those times.

Experience His Amazing Grace

God is caring and loving.
His love will never cease.
His miracles continue.
There will yet be peace.
Come into His heavenly world.
Let Him in your heart.
Let today be the first of
A long and wonderful start.
The warmth you’ll feel within,
Could never be replaced.
So turn to God and experience
His amazing grace.
Jesus will forgive you
Of any sin you confess.
For as He died upon the cross,
He laid your sin to rest.
Your Lord is waiting for you,
Expecting only love,
To take you to a heavenly world
Waiting up above.

11-18-1988 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Enjoying Being Free

Many people say that love
Is a very special thing.
That if you ever find it,
Make it everlasting.
Yet some people say it’s painful,
To never let it start.
For if you get involved,
You’ll gain a broken heart.
Some day I long to experience
The good and bad of love.
To see if one person
Could really be enough.
To care for just one person,
Never looking for another.
To know down deep inside
There is no other.
Until that day arrives,
I will enjoy being free.
And all the single men
Will continue to belong to me.

11-7-1988 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
(aka Jodi L. Manners)

A Friend to You

Dear God, thank You for
A wonderful world of friends
Who love You as much as I do,
And will until the end.
They’re kind and caring, it’s obvious
You live within their heart.
And if I should die today, I know
That our friendship would never part.
Each time my soul is aching
And the pain seems so outstanding.
You’re always there for me
Through a friend who is understanding.
I laugh at things that tickle me,
And I always continue to smile.
Cause within my soul I know that
You are with me all the while.
So as I thank You once again, my Lord,
For my loving friends, I praise You too.
And for each time that I’m comforted,
I would like to be a friend to You.

10-25-1988 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Mrs. Betsy Reynolds
A lovely church friend who’s long gone home.

Dearest Diary #3

First let me say “Hi” to Jesus.
I really do love You more than anyone,
Or anything in this world.
You are my life.
I will love You forever.
Take care of me and my family,
And anyone else.
Keep us all safe.

Most of all, please be happy.
Praise You, Father!
Thank You for so much.
My family, my baby, wonderful friends.
I thank You for everything.
I love You.
Help me to do Your will,
Not mine.
Forever loving You,
Amen.

9-4-1988
Written by Gail Brookshire

To Yourself

Down this road I walk,
With no one else to talk.
A lonely path I’ll take.
I’ll learn from my mistakes.
For in my world alone,
With God, I’ve greatly grown.
No one can experience your pain.
So there’s nothing left to gain.
Though they will definitely try
To break you down to cry.
You must protect yourself carefully,
And say there’s no one but God and me.
Enjoy your space from the crowd.
Where things aren’t quite so loud.
Your life is personal to you,
So do as you would do.
But keep it private at all times,
Where no one knows (in your mind).
As you begin to take a walk,
Tell yourself, I don’t need to talk.

8-14-1988 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Scared about a lot!

Living In a Sheltered World

Living in a sheltered world
Is a scared little girl.
Protection from a lonely night.
Things just don’t seem right.
Scared of being left forever alone.
Where there’s a shelter, there’s a home.
Lies to deceive one so young,
To disapprove of things she’s done.
A hypocritical life they lead.
For one’s pleasure, another must bleed.
Struggling to turn her life around,
For one more to bring her down.
Good versus bad, who will win?
To be forgiven of a continuous sin.
Heart against soul, will she come through?
I believe she will with a man like you.

8-14-1988 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: I used to write to and about Jodi L. Manners.
(I use to write under this pen name because I was so afraid of people knowing me personally… but became more comfortable with my own name… as if it was claiming my own life and taking responsibility for it.)

Praise His Name

Ring the bell, sing a chord.
Rejoice and praise His name.
Today is a day so special.
There’s none that are the same.
Some years ago in the middle of the night,
A Holy Child was born.
As cold as it was,
The love of the child was so warm.
Today people blindly think
That Christmas is only for presents.
But when you have nothing to give to those you love,
Does it still make sense?

12-22-1987 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: For Jesus Christ at Christmas 1987

Thank You!

Our Dear Heavenly Father,
Full of grace,
Thank You for this
Beautiful place.
Children laughing,
Forming such smiles.
Be with us as we
Walk those miles.
Keep us in Thy
Loving care.
Let us always
Know You’re there.
Amen.

12-3-1987 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Trying to Understand

Life in circles,
It’s all a scene.
To those who understand,
You know what I mean.
Confusion is set.
Pain is left linger.
No words for a poet.
No words for a singer.
These letters arranged,
Make not a bit of sense,
Why is that?
Because I’m too tense.

6-10-1987 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. If this poem makes you want to shout,
Then don’t even try to figure it out.
Because you’ll never know what it’s about.
PSS… the extra note at bottom was written then too.

KELLY

K elly is this friend of mine.
E verything she does blows your mind.
L ife is better with people like her.
L iving like it’s forever.
Y ou should meet her sometime.

6-1-1987 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Friends use to challenge me to write a poem about them using the letters that spell their name. This was for my dear friend Kelly who was also my neighbor.
Sadly, she moved away and we lost contact.

Trials to Grace

Just when life seems so great,
Something usually goes wrong.
Something so heartbreaking,
It makes it hard to be strong.
You feel like you’re over,
That you just won’t make it.
And the more you try,
The more your heart gets taken.
But the point you have to see
At a time like this,
Is that God will see you through.
Trusting is what it is.
Have faith in our Father.
He really does love you.
Even when you tell Him, He won’t leave.
That He won’t do.
He’ll always love you,
No matter what takes place.
These times are trials,
You can win through His grace.

5-24-1987 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Forever You

Time is so precious.
I’d love to spend it with you.
Time is so sweet,
And you my baby are too.

My life would be meaningless
If you were not here.
The clouds are descending,
You make everything so clear.

And just like time,
You make things only get better.
More, more, like time,
You’ll be here forever.

4-7-1987 Tuesday

I Still Wonder

As I sit and think of all life’s treasures,
Thoughts encounter my mind of all the pleasures.
The deep serenity and beauty in true romance.
I fear of having not one more chance.
Flowers, candy, and a moonlit night.
To walk hand in hand so close and tight.
Soft whispers in the ear, strong arms to cling to.
The look in the eyes that say, “I cherish you.”
No words needed, you can feel the emotion.
There’s a deep enticement of sincere devotion.
As his warm breathing chills the spine,
Kissing the neck so delicately, you feel divine.
Gentle caresses challenge the hidden desire.
True love is there, one a heart may require.
To talk of the future, of an engagement ring,
Set a wedding date to make it a sure thing.
The children you both want, naturally a son first.
All of that’s not present in my life for now.
I’ll straighten it out, as soon as I figure how.
Prayers are my best suggestions, they will do.
For I know the love of God has always been true.
Friends sometimes ask, “Do you really believe it’s enough?”
I say, “Yes, I’ll always look to our God above.”
I’m standing with Jesus. His love will always be.
Yet I still wonder, who will ever want to marry me?

1-24-1987 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire