Wordless Roaming Pen

If I let my pen roam the pages,
And pause a time or two,
What would occur?
What would ensue?
Would it be a line, a poem,
A story… long or short?
Would it be a romantic love ballad,
Or a quick retort?
What if the pen and ink
Flowed and flowed,
But the needed words
Just did not show?
What if the pen and ink
Were scarcely there?
Would the missing words
Find anyone to care?
What if the pen, the ink, and even the words
Were at a loss?
Would my sanity
Be the cost?
What if this rambling
That you now are reading
Were attention getters
Who were very misleading?
What if the ink
That flows without
Were whispering words
Trying to shout?
One more line
And I’ll rest the pen.
Is this the beginning
Disguised in the end?

6-9-2017 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My Life is a Journey: Not a Destination Color Journal

Skeletons In The Closet

Hiding a secret… becomes complicating.
You have to tell the lies.
And you must remember every word,
Or else they’ll see through your disguise.
Shame is something you fear to know,
Yet it’s waiting for an exit.
The best way to lock them away
Is to simply never forget it.
For when you think it is alright,
You forget the cover story.
And that is when, by the skeletons in the closet,
You will be destroyed.

10-18-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire

Judging Those Pharisees (Me)

It’s so easy to judge those evil Pharisees,
Yet there is so much of them inside me.
We both can push our selfish pride
And forget we are His betrothed bride.
Even if we see the truth right before our eyes,
It’s so easy to want something we tend to disguise.
Jesus gave His life to save them and me.
It’s just not fair, to not let Him be.
May the Lord help me to be faithful to His Son.
He is worthy after all He has done.
God Himself suffered in His sacrifice too,
Watching His Son agonize for me and you.

6-4-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)