Someone’s Dead

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

Agony Over the Eagle

There’s a pain of agony that just can’t be understood,
When a teenager takes a shotgun
and blows it through his mouth and out his ear.
No one can explain the tragic event,
Or know what he was thinking.
All we can know is that it happened.
And when it did it took the one we loved so much.
I don’t know why he did it, but I wish I could take it back.
I wish it was just a nightmare,
A nightmare that no one can bring to reality.
Why did it have to be my cousin?
He was so young and loved.
What could he have possibly been thinking
When he pulled that trigger?
He was so optimistic and had plenty of friends and family,
A beautiful fiance,
and so much that you would have thought he was happy.
But maybe he wasn’t.
It’s so hard to explain a heartache,
And a heartache is hard to handle.
Maybe he just couldn’t handle what he couldn’t explain.
I don’t know.
I just know I love him and miss him so much.
Please give him back.
Forever in agony over the eagle.

2-24-1992 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Dean. I love you!

Life After Life

Life after Life vanquishes away,
more and more every day.
For as long as I can remember,
death has been a cruel family member.
Unkind and uncaring,
death is too daring,
whether loved one or friend,
bringing their end.
No one walks this path alone.
We all have someone gone home.
Yet no matter how much grief we share,
the loss is still ours to bear.
Today, tomorrow, another soul will leave,
and again we each will grieve,
until our turn comes to hear His voice.
We will sorrow no more, but rejoice.

6-10-15 written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Missing Aunt Wanda and too many others

Emotions of a Savior (My Savior)

Troubled and groaning…
words I would never think on You with.
Fallen to the ground in agony…
seems like a fairy tale or myth.
Yet You suffered sorrow as unto death,
as You agonized in the garden.
You even pleaded to the Father
for a way to escape, for a pardon.
Yet like the very spirit we have heard of,
You were obedient even in death.
Despite Your being troubled in spirit,
You uttered those words on Your breath.
“Father, thy will be done. Not mine.”
You accepted as you prepared.
It was God’s plan to start with,
yet You still cared.
You took on human flesh and sorrow.
You felt our agonizing fears.
You understood the troubled soul
and those uncontrollable tears.
You have wept, agonized, and groaned in spirit.
You have felt betrayal and lies.
You have experienced the cruelty
found in words and the eyes.
Thank You, Jesus, for not giving up.
Thank You for hanging on for me.
I pray that my life and words
honor all that You did on Calvary.

4-12-15 Written by Gail Brookshire
For Lord and Savior… the Love of my Life… Jesus Christ! ❤