Searching Through Christ

Tangled in a web of years.
Exhausted from endless tears.
Confusion and puzzles overbearing.
Loss of trust from so much sharing.
Hanging on just to let go.
Swinging hard to take a blow.
Struggling within a self created dark.
Upon a journey to find myself, I embark.
My sins, my guilt, my shame, my fault.
My consequences will not halt.
God is the only one who has seen it all.
From beginning to end, walk to fall.
Grace, forgiveness, and only His blood
Can restore in me the gift of His love.
Uncertain, unaware, and completely unknown
I search for answers, but not alone.
No one can live my life but me,
But only through Christ am I free.

4-2-2000 Sunday
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.

Death

A word of many things.
Such sorrowness…
Yet such compassion…
Deep despair…
Yet a time of happiness…
Grieving…
Rejoicing…
Missing a love one…
Or of one so near to the heart.
Grateful for the end of the suffering
For those going home.
One thing for sure…
Confusion.
Yet, it too, can be a misunderstanding
Of the Lord’s purposes.
The only word to really describe death..
Is death itself.
Oh Lord, help us to understand.

1-16-1987 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Your Art

You, my darling, have a talent,

a truly hidden art.

I know, you see,

for you’ve deeply broken my heart.

I really thought I had it all.

I did not have a fear.

Yet as I cried my heart out,

everything grew clear.

Melting down within myself,

I sit and try to explain.

I only feel the betrayed soul

living life in pain.

It really wasn’t meant to be,

the way I was abused.

And that is why I dream at night,

I’m truly so confused.

A light within my shadowed mind

feels so abandoned and burdened.

Touching you would feel so great,

but would only strengthen the hurting.

Visions of my romance,

and my first and only love

will be my life for eternity,

but will never be enough.

 

4-4-89 Written by Gail Brookshire

(by the grace of God)

Striving Among the Strife

Striving for You
in a world striving against You,
in a world striving against anyone
who strives for You.
Striving to love one another
in a world that doesn’t love You,
yet You loved them anyway,
and still do.
Striving to obey Your law
by obeying the law of man,
when their law goes against You
and all who would dare to stand.
Striving for peace
in a world filled with hate.
Their love confuses them
because Yours is up for debate.
Trusting in Your will
when Your will is not ours,
when evil seems to be given
unthinkable powers.
To doubt or fear
is to judge You in haste.
There is not a moment of life
that You waste.

7-10-15 written by Gail Brookshire