A Trail of Words

A trail of words leading me.
My vision slightly impaired.
I know that you are leading me,
But I do not know where.
The words themselves are cloudy.
Sometimes distorting the view.
But I know they are instructed
To bring glory to You.
Words bring definition and clarity
To things uncertain.
But they’re meant to be a blessing,
Not a burden.
These words are words You’re giving me,
But come with a dose of patience.
I pray and listen,
And wait for Your Presence.

10.21.2020 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

TWO SIDES

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