Tag: death

Exposing What’s Within

On By gaillovesgodIn 2019, Uncategorized1 Comment

A little girl sad and quiet
Leaned against the tree.
She has failed to save her friend
From a violent tragedy.
A life was lost and thrown away
To hide the sinner’s sin.
But God is watching everything
And exposes what’s within.
A hiker comes across the girl,
And can sense what is wrong.
Both the girls lost their fight
Against someone too strong.
The surviving girl is rescued,
And is evidence of the crime.
Justice is given to the man
Who is now serving time.

12.2.19 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: The loss of a friend

We Are a Family

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We are a family… a family sharing a loss.
We share life, love, finances,
Celebrations, births, and weddings…
And at times like this
A hard and sad loss.
How do we get through this?
We get through it together.
Tears, confusions,
Our shoulda, coulda, and wouldas
Overwhelms our hearts.
How do we find comfort?
With one another.
Through the sleepless nights
We find our way together.
God, we find our way with You.
As a part of our family, God,
We lean on You to make it.
And we will make it
Because we are a family.

3-31-2000 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: MKFL

Waiting for Treasure

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Waiting day in and day out.
First to see if I’m included,
To see just what you left,
And ponder on what I would do.
So many things said and promised
But by people who tend to assume.
How do I know the truth?
And what is right to wonder?
I hate to be so caught up in thoughts
Of what you have left me,
When I would rather have you back,
But would not dare ask the Lord
To do such a cruel thing to you.
You have the true treasures now.
And the greatest one of them all!
Jesus Christ… our Lord and Savior,
Tell Him and our Father I love Them,
And that Thy will always be my Treasure.
I thank God for all His blessings.

3-15-2000 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: MKFL

BENEFICIARY

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To benefit from one’s death
To add to one’s life.
It seems so unfair to the living,
Yet such a wise blessing to the dead.
How do you take money from someone gone?
Someone you can’t even hug or thank?
How do you enjoy life from money
That is born from someone’s death?
Yet how do you reject the last gift one has to give?
How do you say no to someone who was
Thinking of you with their best intentions
In the event of their death?
Beneficiary… how do you accept a benefit
From someone it no longer benefits?
You let them benefit one last time
In accepting their gift…
And allow them to continue to benefiting
From the blessings the gift brings throughout your life.

3-14-2000 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: MKFL

1999: A Year to Struggle and Complete

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Nineteen Hundred and Ninety Nine… what a year.
For me it has been a year to struggle and complete.
From school to relationships, to health and strength.
This was the year to shout the victory or face defeat.
I began it with joy and confidence, and peace, and strength.
I walked through blinding light and deceiving signs.
I fought the war of keeping my sanity, as well as family and friends.
And though I may have lost a little of each, God’s light still shines.
Friends have passed on, babies were born, families continued to fight.
Relationships fell apart, some began, some were declared forever.
People turned their back on each other, some thought only of themselves
But praise the Lord for those who made up and faced thing together.
So much began, so much continued, so much came to an end.
So much life and death took place in this year that is passing us by.
Love was found, love prevailed, love continued to grow.
And even when love seemed forsaken, God’s love heard the cry.
For me it was the year my schooling would be complete.
Now I am to seek God’s purpose in my education,
And praise Him that His guiding light never fades.
The year 2000 we are approaching is the Big Y2K,
And a new millennium for God’s created art.
But no matter what may happen I will always be convinced
That God holds us in His loving and caring heart.

12-30-1999 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Maybe He’s Crying

On By gaillovesgodIn 1992Leave a comment

Maybe he’s crying.
Maybe he’s actually sorry he did.
He never meant to hurt us.
The secret will always be hid.
He may have been in agony.
He may have been in pain.
Maybe he’s now down there crying.
Wishing he could be here again.
He may be wishing he could be here
To help those who need his love.
He may be in waiting,
To receive his wings from above.
He may be in wishful thinking.
He may be crying out.
But I’ll never know if he is,
Or what he’s crying about,
If he is in agony,
Or wishes that he were back.
Please let him know I love him so
And ask God to help him to relax.

6-17-1992 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my cousin
I am so glad taught me about being absent from the body is to be present with the Lord, and the example of the thief on the cross beside Jesus that was assured he would be in paradise with Jesus that day. My cousin is safe with Jesus.

Someone’s Dead

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Someone’s dead, and everything’s wrong.
I know I loved him, but grief is strong.
Death is the victor in this game,
But everyone says there’s no one to blame.
A bullet in the mouth and out the ear,
It’s not an easy accusation. The killer’s clear.
Many won’t admit, as they only deny.
Some can’t believe, as many cry.
So how are we going to get past
The love we lost in him? Pain lasts.
We’ve lost many before, many just as close,
But we can’t accept what the world already knows.
Death, the suicide doctor, of the patient lost in darkness.
No one can help him once the doctor has given his best.
We walk away. The tombstone is written for swollen eyes.
The message to read, “As Free As The Eagle Flies.:

5-5-1992 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My Cousin Dean Harris Lance
1-25-72 to 5-26-1991

Stolen By Heart

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You took everything away from me.
Every reason to live.
To love.
To cry.
To laugh.
Why did you do it?
You stole everything from me.
I only loved you in return.
Why did you steal my right to love you?
It was my choice to make, but you made the decision.
You thief.
You stole my heart.
My love.
I can’t forget it.
Because I can’t forget you.
It’s so hard.
But I love you.
Please come back.
Say it isn’t true. That it never was.
That it was just a bad dream.
A horrible nightmare that will never happen again.
Please. I love you.

2-4-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: the loss of a loved one

Blood Stained Memories

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Death comes in such surprise,
In such anguish of pain.
It never releases the heart.
Blood left only to stain.
It’s striking how it occurs,
Darkening the light of the eyes.
The thief of a breath,
Yet the giver to agonize.
One could not release them self
From the chains of a graveyard bed.
For this is the calling of a sleep
To keep them only instead.
Words upon the tombstone
Aren’t really of any use.
They same as with the eulogy,
They’re just a poor excuse.
Caskets are a deadman’s ride,
Yet a coming that will take
All the young and naive hearts
And teach them how to ache.

1-24-1992 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Wicked and Morbid Thoughts

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Ya know, I know it’s wicked and morbid to think about,
But I wonder sometimes where I’ll be buried.
Will it be in New Salem Cemetery with the rest of my family?
Or will it be beside the lake?
Maybe under a shade tree?
Or near the ocean?
Maybe I’ll die in a plane crash from some crazy notion to actually fly.
Or what about a car accident, like off in a river?
Or murdered?
Ugh… forget that.
I hope not.
God, I pray it won’t be, for my family’s sake.
In Jesus’ name I ask, Amen.
God, I don’t know where I’ll be buried,
But I hope it’s somewhere my family can rest at ease.
Maybe even with the rest of the family would be nice.
But I know from the cemetery meeting,
They’re running out of room in the graveyard.
That’s a shame, huh.
I’m just glad you won’t run out of room in heaven.
Maybe I won’t even have anything left to bury
From however I die.
Oh, I hope not.
But as long as You accept my soul,
I will be at peace, and happy.

1-19-1992 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. This was written after our family cemetery had meeting on running out of room Since then, they have added another side to the graveyard. It’s not all that much more room, but it is where my baby brother and aunt are buried.

Loving Was a New Flame

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We were friends for the moment.
We were friends for the years.
We were friends with the laughter.
We were friends with the tears.
We were friends after all the pain.
We were friends after the fight.
We were always friends in life,
And then you were taken in the night.
I miss the way we use to laugh,
And the things we’ve said.
I try to let you rest in peace,
But I just can’t forget.
Upon your tombstone, your name is written,
And so are these words,
“We were always friends,
And we will be forever.”

12-7-1990 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: the loss of a dear friend

Sharing Love

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They were of a love so true
Before the tragic crash.
We knew for certain they would last.

But now… now they lie in peace.
Side by side for life,
Yet their days are of our past.

Alone together in the graves,
They are in separate beds again.
But their hearts are bound together.

And as the friends would walk away,
We feel a tragic ache,
Yet we know they’ll love forever.

To the special souls arest,
We cry for your departure,
But leave behind this thought.

You may have been deprived of life,
But the love you shared together
Was a lasting lesson we were all taught.
“Don’t take love for granted.”

9-5-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Hard to Wait

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God,
How frightening it is to lose
Someone so young.
But if it’s Your will,
What can be done?
I know it’s a natural thing
For everyone to die.
But every time we lose someone,
It makes it harder to try.
It’s so unfair to take a man
Who’s doing good in life
And strip him of his destiny,
After surviving daily strife.
So many dreams are wasted, Lord,
By the death of someone great.
But I guess the more they praise You,
The harder it is to wait.

3-12-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire

WANTED

On By gaillovesgodIn 1989Leave a comment

In search of a killer.
He’s searching for you.
He’s killed many others
And he will kill you too.
You’re not very perceptive
In thinking you will win.
You’ll have him begging for mercy?
Well, you’ll be the one to give in.
It’s best to put your knife away
And dare not make him upset.
For those who are the innocent,
Are the ones to meet their death.

10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
God knows everything!

TOMBSTONES

On By gaillovesgodIn 1989Leave a comment

Markers of a burial.
Reminders of a death.
Smile for the destruction.
There is no resurrection
For the souls who are lost.
Caskets lay beneath the dirt.
Bodies once embalmed.
The end of a era.
Names aren’t of real value.
They’re left disgraced.
How do you prevent it?
You don’t.
I pass by the gate of the graveyard.
I’ve seen mine.

10-29-1989
written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Because I had so many friends being murdered at a young age,
I was convinced I was to be killed at a.young age too.