He's like the lightning in the sky each time I feel it near. The beauty of its pretty color sinks beneath my fear.
Falling through the sky…
I fly!
Wafting in the wind…
I blend.
From breeze to breeze…
I am at ease.
I travel along…
I’m long gone.
One with the air…
I dare
To feel my breath…
And escape my death.
2-28-19 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Why must others fear the coming?
It’s only a peaceful kiss.
There’s only one relation,
The only existing answer.
It can never escape the agony
Of blood and sacred remarks.
I want to be relieved.
Relieved of the emptiness I feel.
So hollow with sorrow.
I cannot find the comfort of the loss I found in the eagle.
Yet to know his soul soars high and free,
Is the only thing that soothes me.
Why is it necessary to experience the pain of grief?
If there’s really nothing to feel,
Then why must they have to escape?
We can’t keep on,
Pretending it will be.
It’s only a matter of misery
Before we see the light.
1-25-1992 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
If in consideration
I find someone here,
I shall but find myself
Full of cheer.
For solitaire is a state
I have to inquire of.
For one moment I am seeking an escape from
What I never receive enough of.
If the misunderstanding
Finds your comprehension,
Please listen ever closely.
You must pay close attention.
Inside a little shelter wall
I built for self protection,
I’m surely regretting my motion,
For I’ve found self destruction.
2-27-1990 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Times of crisis shall arise,
And God will meet us there.
Misery of heartaches cease,
For God shall take the bare.
Depth of darkened nights will be,
Yet God will be the light
To guide us in the right direction,
One to escape those nights.
Life will ask of new retirements
And try to steal the youth,
But God is there with miracles
That shall bring us to the truth.
Raise your hands in prayer and praise
The God who saves our lives,
And gives us back a peaceful home
To place our restless child.
12-25-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Happy Birthday, Jesus! YOU are a miracle! ❤
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.
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