MURDER

It’s a normal event.
One to destroy your world.
There is no escape.
It is your destination.
Are you ready for your vacation?
It’s dooms day.
Just don’t try to
Work out of it.
It’s your… life.

10-29-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: S.H.
Why did they die? There is no reasoning!
But God knows everything!

GRAVEYARDS

Have you ever bedded with the evil?
Have you felt the ice of their touch?
Did you taste their filthiness?
Or find their bones were rotting?
Just decaying away?
Crumbling to the soil?
To become a part of the earth?
How did you react at the realization
Of no escape?
How much oxygen did you have left
Before the rescue?
Where did their blood in the veins seep to?
In your mouth?
How did you open your eyes?
If you’ve never bedded with the evil… yet,
Never encounter the souls of this world.
For they are full of pure evil.
And this is the graveyard.

10-29-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: The many friends who have been murdered.
Death has been very present in my life since as early as 3 (earliest I can remember).
Social workers and counselors were constantly telling my mom and dad, as well as myself, that we had experienced too much death. In foster care, they would even refuse to allow us to go home on weekend visits at times because of this. In high school, in a juvenile detention center, and on juvenile probation, they continued to say the same thing… because death KEPT occurring around us, including murders of our family and friends. The Lord has provided seasons of no deaths, or at least not by cruel murders. The last several years it has been more age and disease related, but unfortunately many have been cruel in their own way.
Having Christ makes all the difference. Not only did He suffer His own cruel death despite His innocence, but He lost His beloved Cousin John the Baptist to a senseless murder/execution.
Praise God for taking our loved ones to be with Him, where death has NO MORE STING!

EULOGY

A word or two for the deceased.
The soul buried beneath the soil.
One who cannot speak for themselves
at the one time they have everyone together.
What would they say?
You’d be surprised.
They would confess their
Resentment,
Their pain,
Their hurt.
My words would be…
…alas you are all comforted to know
That I am relieved of the ache.
I can no more be deceived.
No longer will I be lied to.
Or played the fool.
I am dead.
And also – no longer loved!

10-29-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire

Young Girls

We tell secrets.
We laugh a lot.
Things of tragedies,
We haven’t forgot.
Best friends, twin sisters,
We really love each other.
But there will be a day,
We won’t see one another.
We play games.
We giggle at things.
We find songs.
We love to sing.
We play house.
We play braves.
We find an entrance
To our graves.

10-18-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: dear friends ❤

NEVER

Death… just what is it?
To know you’ll never, never come back.
Never another night of laughter with a friend.
Never a chance to smile again.
Only placed in a wooden box
And buried beneath the dirt
For your body to rot.
Bugs crawl in and out of your body,
Eventually eating you.
Chewing and chewing away your hair,
Once kept so clean,
Becomes nonexistent,
And it’s a waste that you took care of it.
The feeling of dying
Without knowing what will happen in the future,
For if you do, it wouldn’t matter.
You’re not going to be here.
Death… it’s so scary!

10-11-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Thank you Jesus for seeing me through hard times.
God is my hero!

Familiar Neighbor

Look, there,
At the foot of the bed.
There’s a man there,
And… he’s dead.

He’s dressed in a black suit,
No shoes upon his feet.
A week goes by without the man
Who lived on your street.

10-2-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Mr. Kemp

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

The Outcast and Forgotten

Lying upon the brown of a cardboard box
Lies a soul crying out in need.
Yet the voice comes from within,
For the strength and pride would never allow a cry to be heard aloud.
Food for the hunger of one who has not eaten is not even possible.
Oh sure, there are plenty of strangers around with their own bountiful meals,
But there is no thought, no desire, and simply no tolerance
With loving thy neighbor as thyself.
There will be not even a consideration of providing nutrition for
The hunger of one who has eaten so little, so rarely,
That the body is weak and ready to surrender to death.
Warmth for a flesh that is desperately in need of heat will not be provided,
At least not by any of the strangers passing by, or residing as near as across the street,
That are preparing to enter their secure domain of heat and comfort.
Oh they might think highly of themselves enough to donate a blanket to this charity,
But they will still leave the needy alone outside,
And the rain or snow will quickly endanger that advantage.
Wrapped in a wet gift of protection,
The body shivers and quakes,
While inside wishing for comfort,
Not so much from the cold,
Not as much from the rain or snow,
Not even as much from the hunger.
Companionship… just another soul to talk with.
Someone to share thoughts with,
To smile at,
To see a smile,
To hug,
To give a hug.
Just someone to make them feel like they matter,
That they can be seen or heard.
Someone to notice that they are alive,
And actually care that they are and want them to stay that way.
With this kind of comfort, they can die in peace.
But there will be no hope for this soul tonight.
Not until… the snow falls hard and fast,
The night stays long and holds the soul close.
Upon the ground releases the soul from the body and gives life back to the Creator.
God embraces the soul that no one else would nurture.
Escorted to a mansion by the chorus of angels,
The soul is taken to Jesus,
The King of the Outcast and Forgotten,
And is embraced by the one who will never allow the soul to hunger or thirst again.
Jesus tells His friend with a heavenly voice,
“Welcome to your new home.”
As God has seen His child to safety, comfort, and eternal peace.
He prepares to visit the land in which He found the neglected and rejected friend.
The first thing He’ll do is hold those accountable responsible for their guilt.
In pain for His mistreated, He will see that there is a justified judgment sentenced.
There will be hell to pay.
Not one of the guilty will be overlooked by the wrath of God.

11-3-98 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Western Carolina Rescue Mission taken with the fellow classmates and Chaplin of Montreat College on 10-30-98

Outrageous Mercy

Wow… what outrage one can feel
believing a killer got away with a crime,
yet no one was outrageous over Barabbas
when they saw him commit the crime.
And placed beside him, an innocent Jesus.
No one was screaming for what was just.
Crucify Him! Crucify Him!
Is what they cried instead.
They let the guilty go free
to see the innocent dead.
Where is the outrage?
Where is the compassion?
Does anyone care?
Where is the passion?
In His death, that’s where.
Yet who seems to care?
God does, that’s who.
His justice is not through.
The only mercy is in Jesus Christ!
Turn to Him before you pay the price!

7-6-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Our Loss, Their Gain

She misses him.
He misses her.
So many lives
have been disturbed.
Death is a fact
that none can escape.
It’s much more serious
than a nick or scrape.
Souls are relieved
of their living pain.
In our loss
is their gain.
Jesus awaits
to embrace,
and all the pain
is soon erased.
He extends His arms
to those in mourning.
“You will see them again,
some glad morning.”

8-22-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Mixture of You and Me

Showers, flowers, happy faces.
Exciting and adventurous places.
Cries, screams, laughter of joy.
Sounds that can annoy.
A mixture of life and misery
make it normal for you and me.
Sighs, gasps, a breath of surprise.
It’s worth seeing in your eyes.
Hang onto those memories so sweet.
Until we again meet.

11-5-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Memories… Precious and Brief

Here in a world of sorrow and grief,
Memories are precious and brief.
Yet some can be so permanent
That not only can you not forget,
But even in current times at hand,
The new you cannot comprehend.
Yet there is another side to the brain,
Making life such a strain.
You can lose those precious times
When disease robs you of your mind.
You may not even recognize
Someone you’ve known all your life.
It may even be family or a friend,
Such precious people we call kin.
So sad how life can be so mean.
I am afraid of what I have seen.

5-21-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Agonizing Love

Agonizing… knowing you’re going to die,
to know now is the time of your death,
to know you’ll suffer so cruelly, so painfully,
to know the people you’re dying to help
will be the people begging for your death,
your pain, your suffering, your agony.
Agonizing… knowing your only child is going to die,
to know now is the time of his death,
to know he’ll suffer cruelly, so painfully,
to know the people he’s dying to help
will be the people begging for his death,
his pain, his suffering, his agony.
Agonizing… because his death will be
your own suffering of cruelty,
your pain, your agony.
Agonizing… to see there will still be even one
to reject the blood shed to save them
from their own eternal agony.
Agonizing… to know anyone has to suffer
eternal agony in hell.

4-27-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

A Life For A Life

It is so incomprehensible to the human mind
that someone could actually take a life.
We condemn those souls to be taken
or at least live forever in misery and strife.
Yet it is very possible to happen
And does to people who are good.
Maybe sometimes they shouldn’t have reacted,
sometimes maybe they should.
We never know if someone is defending
and fighting for their life to survive.
We don’t know what led to the moment
and how they’ll have to live with it all their life.
Only God knows and only God judges
the heart and mind of a soul,
and He knows when to punish or forgive.
Thank God He is in control.

7-19-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: written when a friend was asking me to justify their brother’s death when he was shot while committing a home invasion, by comparing it to my brother’s death who was shot during a argument with an ex-girlfriend who refused to let my brother go.

WILDLIFE

Wolves, bears, panthers, and thieves…
So much evil to beware,
Enough to make one crazy
Unless they know God is there.
Howls, grunts, cries, and alarms…
Noises to race the heart.
To put my mind at ease,
Oh Lord, how great Thou art!
Fights, scars, claws, and tools…
Instruments of evil.
Thank You, Lord, that You are stronger
Than even the Devil!!
Threats, death, brawls, and robbery…
Are way too common today.
Thank You, Lord, for the comfort
Of looking forward to Your day!

9-30-10 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)